Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 37

I stared at him, stunned.

“I love Olivia,” he whispered. “I still love her. Very much.”

Ava’s POV

I thought I had him figured out. The cold–hearted Alpha who

tossed aside a loyal woman like Olivia for a bitch and a

convenient affair. But today… he surprised me.

“I love her,” he’d said with those pathetic eyes, clinging to the

last string of hope like a child begging for his mother not to

leave him behind.

I crossed my arms and scoffed. “Then explain Chole. Was that

love too? Or just a convenient way to pass time while Olivia

worked her ass off to build your future?”

Ethan stood up slowly, gripping the torn divorce papers like

they were a badge of honor instead of proof of his failure. His

voice had a strange calm to it now–almost dangerous.

“I’m going to buy back everything she sold. Every dress, every

book, every stupid mug if I have to. I’ll repaint the walls if she

scratched them in anger. I’ll find the photos she burned. And if I

can’t, I’ll print them again.”

“You’re insane,” I snapped. “That’s not love. That’s delusion.”

“She’ll be my Luna again,” he said quietly, like it was already

written in the stars. “For the rest of her life”

I followed him to the door. “Those were just copies, you idiot!

You think tearing them delays anything? We’ll reprint them

today. Hell, I’ll send them digitally if I have to.”

He didn’t look back.

It took everything in me not to slam the door on his arrogant

back. I stood in the hallway, heart racing, fingers twitching with

frustration. It was too late. He was too late. All that love he

claimed to have–where was it when Olivia was crying alone in

their bed? When she had to lie to her parents about why she

looked so worn?

Too damn late.

Ethan’s POV

I sat on the stone steps outside the old cottage. The same one

Olivia and I used to visit on full moon nights when we were

younger, when everything still felt simple. Now, everything felt

hollow.

Rain slid down my face, cold and sharp. But the rain in my palms–my hands were burning. My insides, on fire.

I played the footage on loop.

Olivia stood in the center of our old bedroom, calm but distant. The wedding album in her hands trembled for only a second before she dropped it into the metal barrel. The flames flared instantly, swallowing years of memories. The photo where I kissed her cheek. The picture where she cried while holding our

want locations, details, movements–everything.”

They nodded.

Because Alexander was the only one who could’ve taken Olivia.

The only one who could guard her that fiercely and make her

disappear from me.

Chapter 2

But I’d find her.

I’d burn the world if I had to.

Olivia’s POV

The next morning, I dressed simply–gray blouse, black trousers,

flat leather shoes. No perfume. No distractions. I tucked a small

tape recorder into my shoulder bag and headed out after

breakfast, catching a cab straight to the factory.

The air smelled like iron and hot oil. As I stepped through the

main gate, a cheerful woman greeted me and led me to the

office area, where I was met by John Danie–the factory’s

director. Middle–aged, slightly balding, and energetic in a way

that made me feel like I was intruding on someone’s family–run

business, not a branch of one of the country’s largest werewolf

corporations. Well, he had been working here for 15 years now.