
The End of an Imperfect Divorce
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The woman who had once longed for nothing but his loveâ
Olivia Blanchettâuttered the word divorce, and Johann scoffed.âWhat kind of tedious game is this?âHe didnât believe it. Not until she left Great Hill.That her love had truly ended.But what returned to him was not Oliviaâs affectionâ
It was the scandal between her and Edgar.âTell me, Olivia. Did you ever really love me?ââNo longerâŚâAnd Johann Leopold crumbled.Tell me, OliviaâThere must have been good moments.The time you spent by my side wasnât entirely lonely or miserable.Please.âDo you like tennis?âThe man asked, his voice as warm as a spring breeze.âLetâs play one set. If you win even a single game, Miss Blanchett, you take the match.âOlivia blinked, caught off guard by the gentle favor. Was he going easy on her?âToo easy?â she asked, arching a brow.The man chuckled, a low, amused sound. At that moment, a spark flared in Oliviaâs eyes.âThree games,â she said with a bright, confident smile. âThatâs fair.âMoments laterâ
The woman who had been casually bouncing the ball for her serve suddenly began unbuttoning her blouse.A gasp slipped from the maid behind Olivia.
And across the lawn, the rowdy whistles of young men broke through the quiet.Ha!Edgar exhaled, stunned, his breath caught.âOlivia. No.ââWhy not?ââI donât like it.âEdgar laughed at Johannâs possessiveness. But then, just as suddenly, the smile faded. His eyes turned cold.âThen try and stop me.â




