Why Is He Back??

Broken up

Olivia woke up the next morning, her body sore, though she couldn't immediately recall why. As the memories of the previous night slowly flashed through her mind, a soft smile tugged at her lips. She turned her head and found Zack lying beside her, sound asleep. His features, usually hard and commanding, were now soft, almost boyish in the way his lips parted slightly, his breath steady and calm. His lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and his usually intense blue eyes were hidden, making him look almost innocent. Olivia chuckled quietly-this was such a stark contrast to the man he was when awake.

She leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary before she kissed Emma's forehead too, careful not to wake either of them. Slowly, she tried to slip out of bed, but just as she moved, Zack's arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against his warm chest. His grip was possessive, heavy, and unyielding. She wriggled, trying to free herself without waking him up.

"Zack..." she whispered under her breath, struggling to pry his arm away. "For God's sake," she muttered, "you're like a damn rock."

After a few more careful tugs, Olivia finally managed to free herself from his grasp, Zack still blissfully unaware, his soft snore confirming he was deep in sleep. She slipped out of bed quietly and ran toward the bathroom to get ready. Once inside, she washed her face, the cold water helping her shake off the sleepiness. She stared at her reflection, tying her hair up into a neat ponytail, then brushing her teeth with deliberate focus. The bathroom was quiet except for the hum of water, and she took her time, letting herself ease into the day.

After getting dressed, Olivia headed to the kitchen, still thinking about the day ahead. She started preparing French toast, carefully whisking the eggs and soaking the bread. The smell of cinnamon filled the air as she placed the first batch in the pan. But as she worked, her thoughts drifted. "I have to break up with Carter... I can't... we can't... it can't go on like this," she thought, her heart heavy. "What am I even doing? I have to end it. I need to sit him down and be honest. He deserves that much at least. But how do I say it? What if he

Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

"Ms. Olivia, the French toast is burning," Adam called out, startling her.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, rushing to flip the toast, which had already started to turn too dark. She fumbled with the spatula but managed to salvage it just in time. "Well... at least it smells good," she said sheepishly, her cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment.

Adam, who had come to collect some files, looked at her with concern. "Ma'am, I know I'm in no position to ask, but... are you okay?"

Olivia forced a small smile. "Yes, Adam, I'm fine. Thank you."

He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I'll take my leave, ma'am. But before I go, could you inform Mr. Zack about his meeting with the Wainwright Group and... the Kingslayer? He'll understand what that means."

Olivia nodded, a bit puzzled by the second name, but she thanked Adam again. "Sure, I'll let him know. Thanks, Adam".

Once Adam left, Olivia focused on finishing breakfast. She whipped up some fresh cream and squeezed oranges for juice, trying to shake off the unease. After setting the table, she went to the girls' room to pick out their outfits for school. Zivia and Emma needed something cute but practical for the day ahead.

She entered Zivia's room, gazing at her daughter with love in her eyes. "Good morning, my sweet girl," she whispered, gently nudging her awake.

Zivia stirred, rubbing her eyes before looking up. "Good morning, mummy," she yawned.