Chapter 62

The cold touch of Ethan’s fingertips traveled down her cheek like a serpent. It didn’t matter what they

were fighting over, for he was in one of his episodes again.

When they first dated, he wanted her to promise him three things: no cheating, no touching other men,

and no leaving.

She saw hints of his extreme possessiveness from the beginning. After all, he had killed off a family

and turned them into ashes just because they slapped her.

He’d also be cross when she shined at school. Once, she fell during sports day, and a member of the

organizing committee had to carry her to the health center on his back.

It was that night she witnessed Ethan’s dark side as he ordered her to wash herself clean. Despite her

explanations, he forced her to stand under the shower through the night.

Despite his craziness, she was hopelessly in love with him. For him, she took an academic leave to

keep herself out of the public eye. She didn’t expect his madness to worsen after the divorce.

Although the side effects from chemo went away, she still struggled with stomach pain. The room didn’t

have heating. And after the cold shower, she felt nothing but excruciating pain.

“Turn it off! I feel cold! Ethan Miller, it’s fucking cold!”

He pushed her body against the cold tiles and flashed her a chilling smile. “Liv, would it help if I warm

you up with a hug?”

“Psycho! You fucking psycho!”

Trembling, she reached out to turn off the shower. But he spotted it fast and held her arms over her

head. The curves of her body looked perfect under the cascading water.

He was similarly attractive. His abs were visible under the white shirt that was drenched. He pressed

his warm body against hers in a flirtatious move.

He cocked his head and whispered into her ear, “Liv, you can only be mine even after the divorce.

Have you forgotten about it?

”

“Let me go! I told you nothing happened between me and Keith.” She kept her temper under control

because she didn’t want to push his buttons.

He smirked. “Why did you move into his apartment, then? Liv, did you really think that the Rogers could

back you up after leaving the Millers? Why don’t we make a bet on how long the Rogers could hold

out?”

Ethan had made a dubious claim, confusing her apartment as Keith’s. But she didn’t have time to go

into the details.

She banged her left fist against him to express his anger. She knew that it was useless but still better

than not fighting back at

all.

“Ethan, you were the one who cheated and asked for a divorce. And you are the one who’s getting

engaged. Please ask your attorney for the proper definition of divorce if you’re confused! What right do

you have to control me?”

She confronted him with a teary voice, “Are you a tyrant or something? If you decided to leave my life,

why did you barge in as you wish? If this is your new idea of torture, I’d rather be dead.”

He kissed away her tears and answered coldly, “Liv, I gave you a chance, but you squandered it.

Divorce is only a separation on legal terms. You will live under my control for the rest of your life.”

She suddenly recalled that, after that night of standing under the shower, he had once asked her if she

wanted to leave.

He was a beast that would hurt her. And he was willing to send her away to safety before he spiraled

out of control.

“Do you remember what you said? You hugged me and said that we’d be together in sickness and

health. You said you wouldn’t abandon me unless death parts us.”

Olivia tried to make out the his handsome face under the dim lighting. “What if I died?” She replied in a

thin and unfeeling