Caught off guard, Olivia looked up at him, her expression a mixture of surprise and something deeper.
It took her a moment to collect herself, her emotions threatening to spill over once more.
Yet, she was determined not to break down in front of Dylan, not this time.
She wasnât the same naive girl anymore.
Struggling to keep her composure, Olivia bit back her tears.
Then, with a scoff, she challenged him, âDonât you want to divorce me? Come to my office someday.
We should set a date to finalize everything.
â
Dylanâs response came with a tinge of desperation.
âCome on, Olivia, donât talk nonsense.
â
Hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, Olivia snapped back, âIâm serious! You left me no choice, Dylan.
You said youâd give me the choice, so I have no reason to expect you to support Leyla and me any longer.
After all, she isnât yourââ
âEnough, Olivia!â
Dylan cut her off, his tone sharper than intended.
Tears welled up in Oliviaâs eyes again.
She fixed her gaze on him, her voice trembling.
âIsnât that whatâs really going on? Dylan, tell me⦠If Leyla were truly your daughter, or if I hadnât been pregnant with his child back then, would you make me choose now after everything weâve been through? Would you still want to wait for two years? No, you wouldnât!â
Olivia lowered her head, memories of her past with Dylan flooding her mind.
She had chosen him because he gave her a sense of security.
He promised her that he would stand by her side through anything, and he had indeed kept that promise.
Even when he discovered that Olivia was carrying Raphaelâs child, Dylan didnât walk away.
Yet now, he was pushing her into a corner, forcing her to choose.
It was undeniable that she had loved Raphael once.
But that was already over eight long years ago.
Their breakup stemmed from a mutual lack of trust, a foundation too weak to withstand real-world challenges.
Now, she and Dylan faced a similar crisis.
Dylan was questioning her love for him.
Easing onto the accelerator, Olivia pulled away from the villa.
Once she was a safe distance away, tears overwhelmed her.
The fear that she might lose control if she continued to drive in such a state gripped her, prompting her to pull over to the side of the road.
Collapsing into the driverâs seat, she surrendered to her emotions.
Resting quietly against the backrest, Oliviaâs mind wandered back to the early days of her marriage with Dylan.
Unbeknownst to him, those were the happiest times of her life.
Now, he was forcing her to choose between him and Raphael.
It was a choice she found impossible.
She suspected Dylan was using this demand as a pretext to drive her into Raphaelâs arms.
By saying heâd give her two years, Dylan had actually made up his mind already.
Lifting her gaze to the sky, Olivia noticed fireworks bursting in the distance.