Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

The smug look on Ethan’s face cracked. “You’re actually going to

charge me?”

Alexander smiled. “You said you could pay”

Gai coughed into his sleeve to hide a laugh. I didn’t bother hiding

mine.

Ethan growled something low under his breath but signed the

clearance document when it was handed to him. His pride was

officially dragged across the tarmac.

Watching it from the side? Therapeutic.

Once we boarded and I was settled into the corner seat with a

blanket over my legs, I pulled out my phone. The lighting was

perfect–the sun catching the top of Ethan’s head in the

background as he brooded near the cabin window. I tilted the

camera just enough to catch his silhouette.

I posted it on Instagram with a caption:

“Trying to enjoy my post–trauma vacation… but some people just won’t take a hint. Anyone know how to remove emotional

parasites? Asking for a friend. #NotSoEx #StillObsessed

#DramaFreePlease”

It wasn’t subtle. But it wasn’t meant to be. Chole was definitely

going to see it.

Let her stew in it.

Olivia’s POV

The plane ride was quiet on the surface–but underneath, it was

a storm waiting to erupt.

Ethan had turned into the world’s most irritating cabin crew.

“Do you want the blanket? This one’s softer,” he asked, holding

it out like we were on our honeymoon.

“I’m fine.”

“Fruit? The melon’s sweet.” He held a fork toward my mouth

like I was incapable of feeding myself. I turned away.

“No.”

“You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”

“I said I’m fine,” I whispered, voice firm but low. Gai and

Alexander were in the seats across from us. I didn’t want a

scene.

Ethan leaned closer, smiling like a saint. “Come on, Liv. Just a

little. You’ll get sick if you starve.”

Chapter 49

His persistence wore me down. I took the fruit from his hand

just to shut him up. My jaw was clenched tight with every bite I

chewed.

From the corner of my eye, I caught Alexander watching.

He wasn’t even pretending to be subtle about it. His brows were slightly furrowed, arms crossed, and phone idle on his lap. But when he noticed I had caught him, he quickly looked away, flicking at the blank phone screen like it had just buzzed. I wasn’t sure what it meant. Disapproval? Confusion?

In front of the entire airport crowd.

“Olivia,” she said tearfully, “I never meant to hurt you. Please

don’t leave him because of me. Blame me, not Ethan. It was all

my fault. He didn’t mean it. Please… don’t divorce him.”

People had started to slow down around us, their phones

We NE

conveniently pulled out, pretending to scroll while really

recording.

“Get up.” I said coldly.

“I won’t until you forgive him,” she cried, shaking like a leaf. “Slap me. Hit me. I deserve it.”

I looked at Ethan, who for once seemed truly ashamed.

So I said, “Fine. Slap yourself. A hundred times.”

“What?” she whispered.

“You heard me. You want forgiveness? Earn it.”

The first slap was weak. The second even more pathetic.

“Harder,” I snapped.

She winced and slapped again, but it was more for show than

punishment. I’d had enough.

I stood up–despite the soreness shooting up my leg–and grabbed her by the collar. “You think this is enough to make up

for what you did?”

Her eyes widened in fear. “Olivia, I’m sorry-”

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