Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

“It’sfactual,” she said, pulling out her laptop and slamming it

open on the dining table. “We’ve got everything, Liv. Your

marriage certificate. The footage of Ethan crashing your

workplace. His doctor’s record when you had your miscarriage.

Want me to pull the emotional damages lawsuit too?”

I hesitated again. “If we do this… Ethan and I won’t be able to

compromise.”

Ava froze. “You still don’t get it?”

I looked away.

“No, Liv,” she said flatly. “Donotstart that. You think Ethan

didn’t know what was going on? You think he’s some sad little

puppet under Amelia’s strings? That man stood silent while his

mother dragged you in front of the whole damn city!”

“I know Ava,” I muttered. “But-”

“Butwhat?” Ava nearly shouted. “You still think divorcing him

would be as easy as walk into court and sign papers? Just that?”

“I know he won’t let me that easy. If he were sane, things

wouldn’t have reached here already! My voice was low now,

and cold. “But I also have to see for the reputation of the Green

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group and my family”

Ava stared at me, her jaw clenched.

“Okay,” I stepped forward, pushing the phone toward her. “Let’s

do it. Full–on statement. Burn it all down if we have to.”

“Finally,” she breathed. “You’ve got fire in your voice again.”

We pulled out notebooks, our phones, scribbling talking points,

arranging what evidence to present and in what order. Ava was already muttering lines like a war strategist –“We’ll open with

the timeline. Then move to the receipts and record everything

from now onwards.”

My heart thudded fast with every bullet point.

Just as I opened the photo album on my phone to start

gathering screenshots, the doorbell rang.

I froze.

Ava stood, crossed the room to the door quietly, and peered

through the peephole.

She looked back at me, deadpan. “It’s him.”

My stomach dropped.

Without a word, Ava flipped on her phone camera and pointed

it at the door. “Recording”

She turned to me, calm but sharp–eyed. “Open it.”

Olivia’s POV

The moment I opened the door, Ethan barged in like a storm

front. No apology. No hesitation.

“I didn’t let her lie-”

it.”

Ethan hesitated. “I—” He looked between us, chest rising and

falling. “She’s not well, Olivia. You know she’s been off for

months. And with the Windsors pressing her, and everything

going to hell-”

“You’re still doing it,” I said. “Making her the victim. Like I’m not

the one with my name splashed across gossip columns as a

whore and a thief.”

Ethan took a step closer. “We can fix this. I’m serious. If we go

back to how it was-”

“Don’t,” I cut in. “If you’re about to suggest that we get back

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together to make the rumors die down, just don’t”

“I just meant… if we’re seen together, people might stop

believing the story. I’m trying to help.”

“Then help by telling the damn truth.” I looked him straight in

the eye. “Either clear my name or shut up. You made this mess

when you cheated. Your mother poured gasoline on it. You

don’t get to offer me silence as charity.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened. “I can’t publicly say I cheated, Olivia.”

“No?” Ava crossed her arms. “But you can say the accusations were fake. That your mother wasn’t in her right mind. That

Chole’s influence was involved.”