Chapter Eighty-Two

Olivia's POV

I stood, gobsmacked, and watched in bewilderment. Was that for real?

I was standing a bit far from them, but he saw me and as soon as he did, he placed his hands on the lady’s exposed waist, making her giggle and twerk the more.

I felt my eyes become watery as I stared at them. Was he doing this to make me jealous or what?

I sniffed and started walking away immediately.

“Hold on; isn’t that your wife?” I heard one of them ask, but didn’t wait to hear the response as I hastened my steps and ran into the house.

I ran past the sitting room and took the stairs immediately, the stairs groaning as I clumped on them.

I got into the room and whacked the door closed and immediately, plonked myself on the bed. And for the first time in a long time, I wept.

I wept so bitterly like a baby, covering my face in my palm.

It hurt – it hurt so badly, I could feel my heart being pierced.

Although it was crazy, I had to admit it – I was jealous; so jealous like I’ve never been in my entire