If Loving You is Wrong

44: Payback

Antonio set up Liana in their apartment in New York before making his way back to his house with Olivia.

It was light by the time he arrived in America a few dayas later but not wanting to waste anymore time, he made his way straight there once Liana was settled in.

She wasn't talking to her father and by extension the rest of her family so he had asked her to come back to the states with him. She had her schooling to sort out as she has missed a few classes and assignments and they had to decide what was going to happen once the baby arrived.

Despite all that was going on, Antonio was ecstatic about the baby.

He was finally going to be a father after so long and nothing could have made him happier. It was a terrible situation for them to be in but it was what had happened and now they had to deal with it.

The first thing to deal with of course then was Olivia.

He barged into the house, livid with her and not wanting to waste another minute,

"OLIVIA!" he yelled into the house, "Olivia answer me!"

As he stormed into the house, Mrs Barnes appeared on the first landing looking down at him,

"Mr Sabbatini please, Mrs Sabbatini is asleep!"

"Then wake her crippled behind up!"

"Mr Sabbatini!" Mrs Barnes said in outrage but he couldn't care less as he marched his way up the stairs towards her and Olivia's bedroom. He'd had enough of Olivia and her snooty little housekeeper who always had judging eyes for him.

"Wake. Her. Up." He said as he got to the top of the stairs and looked down into her pudgy little old lady face. Torn between propriety and him being her boss, Mrs Barnes marched up a small flight of stairs to Olivia's bedroom.

"Bring her to my office!" he called out, knowing full well he would hear her.

Antonio stormed into his office on the same landing and went to pour himself a stiff drink. He was on his fourth by the time Olivia arrived; whirring in that Godforsaken chair that he despised.

"You summoned me?" she said patronisingly but he wasn't having any of it.

"You spiteful, vindictive, cruel, disgusting little cunt!" he spat at her so viciously that even Olivia was taken back.

"What did you think your little stunt would do Olivia, break me and Liana up, make me come crawling back to you?"

"I don't want you,"

"Sure you don't, that's why you tried to trap me in this marriage for over ten years!"

"I did that to hurt you, not to love you."

"You've changed your tune you crippled little bitch." Olivia just smiled,

"So you finally get to say everything you've ever wanted to say to me."

"And then some!"

Antonio stepped out from behind his mini bar and walked over to his wife.

He looked down at her and said,

"I would have given you the world and then some. I would have had a child with you and cared for you and been the husband you married but you ruined this. You ruined me even before I'd met Liana. If you hadn't, then maybe I wouldn't have looked twice at her. Maybe I would have known that I was loved at home and didn't have to go elsewhere to find it."

Olivia swallowed, clearly lost for words as she looked directly at him. She had no choice, she couldn't move her head enough to get him out of her vision.

"Now, I don't care if you're living or dead in fact...I wish you were dead so I wouldn't have to deal with the problem of divorcing you and yes Olivia, I am divorcing you and there is nothing you can do about it. Once I pack my things, I'm leaving; for good. Goodbye Olivia, I hope Hell is warm for you."

Antonio turned to walk out of the room but suddenly, Olivia's chair went into motion and she reversed out of the room. Antonio followed after her and laughed down at her,

"You're going to try and stop me...in that. You're pathetic, pathetic and weak and I hope you rot in hell you spiteful bitch."

"I'll save a space for you," she said quietly.

"What?"

It happened so fast he didn't realise what she was about to do until it was too late,

"OLIVIA!" Antonio reached out as her wheelchair reversed rapidly...over the edge of the staircase. He felt his fingers brush her nightgown before he watched her and her chair crash down the stairwell until Olivia lay dead, at the bottom; the wheelchair crushing her into the floor.