My voice shakes 11

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Chapter 11

Sebastian

I sat behind my desk, pretending to focus on the stack of paperwork in front of me. Contracts. Figures. Deadlines. All of it blurred into nothing.

Because she was everywhere.

Her damn scent–soft, familiar–still clung to my skin like she’d marked me. It soaked into my clothes, into the fucking leather of this chair, into the air itself. It didn’t matter how far she walked or what lies she told… Olivia was still here.

In my office. In my head. In my veins.

Everything reeked of her, and it pissed me off how much I noticed. Setting the pen down, I leaned back in my chair and tilted my head toward the ceiling. I wasn’t tired, but the distraction in my mind was impossible to ignore.

I kept staring at the ceiling. I needed something–anything–to pull me away from these thoughts. But whenever I closed my eyes, whenever I was alone, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Her sweet voice. Her tempting presence. God, I felt so confused. Listening to everything she said was one thing, but believing her? That was something else entirely. People don’t just change overnight. I’m almost certain she has something up her sleeve.

A buzz from my phone snapped me out of my thoughts sending a cold wave of unease through me, picking it up, I’m greeted with a bunch of photos of Olivia and Philip.

For a moment, I just sat there, trying to wrap my head around what I was seeing. I half expected it though, but it didn’t make the burn hurt any less. Olivia had said she changed.

Swore it.

Stood in front of me with those pleading hazel eyes and fed me promises like they meant something.

And now?

Here she was again–curled right back into the arms of the man she said meant nothing.

The fact that I nearly fell for her bullshit ached in my chest. Did she really think I was that gullible?

How could someone be so cruel after claiming to love and care for me? I should’ve known better.

After she left my office, I had someone follow her. I just needed the truth. And clearly, I was right, I almost walked straight into her trap…again Why couldn’t she just be honest for once in her damn life?

The woman I gave everything to… and still, every time I look at her, I have to wonder if any of it was ever real. Even with those fucking photos burning into my brain like acid, some twisted part of me still wanted to believe her. That maybe–just maybe–she was telling the truth this time.

Pathetic.

Disgust rolled through me in thick, suffocating waves. I shoved the chair back and stood, fists clenched at my sides. My breath was coming in tight, controlled bursts, but inside, I was one second away from tearing this entire fucking office apart.

I stormed out of the room.

The moment I stepped into the hallway, silence dropped like a blade.

Assistants scrambled. Interns practically dove out of my way. The hum of whispered conversations vanished into a vacuum as I walked past. No one dared breathe too loudly. My presence alone was enough to send fear crawling down spines.

Mark spotted ine and rushed to my side with a tablet clutched in his nervous hands. “Sir, I just wanted to ask if we’re still considerin-

“Not now, Mark. “I gritted walking past him. My expression alone was enough to make two senior execs flinch and press themselves against the wall like they were part of the decor.

I walked out of the building, my long coat whipping behind me in the wind like a storm cloud ready to consume everything in its path. By the time I got home, the house was too quiet. Too fucking peaceful.

She hadn’t arrived yet.

And the thought of her with him–smiling, talking, touching–made my jaw clench so tight, I thought iny teeth would crack.

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I sat on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, and waited.

Olivia stepped in, all bright–eyed and glowing like she hadn’t just spent the day stabbing me in the back. That sweet smile of hers stretched too wide, and in her hand, she clutched something like it was a prize she couldn’t wait to show me.I didn’t move, my expression unchanged. I was used to this act of hers, but it still hurt–every single time.

“Honey, I’m home!” she chirped, walking toward me with that same smile on her face, her blond ponytail swinging cheerfully with each step.

“You’re home early? Anyways, that’s great! I bought you something,” she winked, placing a wrapped box in front of me. “I know this isn’t something I usually do, but I’m trying to be better. So, check it out, I just know you’ll like it!” she added excitedly.

I just stared at her in silence.

Her smile dropped after a few seconds, hurt flàshing in the hazel depths of her eyes.

“Not this again, Seb. Can you stop with the silent treatment already? I’m really trying hard here.”

I took another sip from my glass before leaning slightly forward.

“I had someone follow you today.” I deadpanned, my tone was void of any emotion.

“What?”

Her smile disappeared completely. Just like that–wiped off her face like it was never there.

“I had someone follow you.” I repeated slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on her like a hunter who’d just caught his prey. “I wanted to be sure that what you said in my office wasn’t just another one of your performances.”