Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 55

Alexander, who had been silent until now, finally moved.

“Ethan,” he said coolly, pulling out his phone, “if you don’t stand up this second, I’ll have building security drag you back to the

floor you came from.”

Ethan’s head whipped up. “Don’t you dare!” he snarled, then looked at me with betrayal, “You’re lettinghimdecide what

happens to me now?”

“I didn’tletanyone do anything,” I said icily. “You showed up,

uninvited. And just so we’re clear–you’re not my responsibility

anymore.”

Right on cue, the property manager and two guards arrived.

“Apologies, Alpha Alexander,” the manager said. “We’re

investigating why Mr. Hawthorne’s access card worked for

your floor. Now we have found that he lives in the same

building.”

My head snapped toward the manager. “Wait. Ethan lives

here?”

The manager nodded politely. “He purchased an apartment on

the twentieth floor just two days ago.”

The blood drained from my face. “Two days ago? I wasn’t told

anyone else bought into this building.”

Ethan, still on his knees, looked up at me with a faint smile. “I

just wanted to be closer to you.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You bought a place under my nose

and stalked me up here pretending it was an accident?”

Alexander turned to the manager. “Whether it’s an accident or

not, this man is creating a disturbance. Please escort him to his

floor.”

The guards moved forward, but Ethan lunged again–this time

at me, grabbing the hem of my sweater. “I’m not going

anywhere without my wife!”

Before I could speak, Alexander yanked him back, forcefully

but with precision. “She said leave.”

Ethan staggered, then snarled, his canines slightly elongating-

his wolf reacting. “You stay out of this, Alpha. This is between

my mate and me!”

“Mate?” I snapped. “That title was null the moment you crawled

into another woman’s arms.”

He looked at me, face streaked with tears, a drunken mess of a

man who used to be powerful. “I’m still your husband… your

luna…”

‘Don’t” I said coldly, cutting him off as I stepped forward, the

pain in my knee momentarily forgotten. I looked straight into

his eyes as everyone watched the guards, the manager.

Alexander looked at me for a moment, then asked quietly,

“Have you really made up your mind about the divorce?”

I met his gaze. “Yes. I don’t care what tantrums he throws or how many times he cries. I’ve made up my mind.”

There was a silence between us.

Then he said, “You shouldn’t be staying here alone. Not while he’s lurking few floors above like a feral dog. You should move to the penthouse for now. It’s safer, and Mike can take care of

your meals while you heal.”

My first instinct was to say no. Pride, maybe. Or just the lingering habit of pushing everyone away. But then I looked at my bandaged leg, still throbbing from last night’s knock, and remembered the way Ethan had lunged at Alexander without

warning.

“Alright,” I said, quieter than I intended.

Alexander didn’t push the conversation further. He simply called Mike and said, “Prepare a guest room. She’ll be staying

with us until further notice.”

Then he helped me pack up a few essentials and even carried me upstairs again. I didn’t protest this time. I was too exhausted.

That night, I slept better than I had in days. The penthouse was

quiet, with thick walls and blackout curtains that made it feel

like the outside world had been shut out. No ringing phone, no

Ethan’s voice in my ears, no drama.

But peace is always temporary in my life.

Just as the first light slipped through the curtains and I was still

curled under a warm blanket, my phone buzzed angrily on the

nightstand. I groaned, blindly reaching for it.

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