Love Me Again

Chapter 2

Olivia's POV

Right now I work at a cafe for the mean time, waiting for replies for job applications I sent to higher establishments.

It's been officially two years since my divorce with Aiden, I've never heard from him after the divorce. I found out that the business his father left him is a now scooping trillions of dollars, also considering that they had recently opened new branches in different countries.

And now that he's basically a celebrity, I often see him in the news he's been the latest gossip of majority of the women in my town.

Whereas I... I moved to a smaller town. I knew that since Aiden is famous now, the press would want to dig up Aiden's past life. I don't really want any attention just because of my ex-husband, to be honest I still hate him.
Not that he kicked me out of our—his house, but because he didn't even face me when he wanted a divorce.

What a coward. I sneered in my mind.
But I knew, that despite my hate for him, I still cared for him. I mean could you blame me? I've been with him since highschool. We were highschool sweethearts, we were even the 'it' couple in our school.

Then again, that one word, that one word that makes me snap out of my 'dreamland' that one dreadful word that could make me breakdown if I wasn't in public.

Were

We were high school sweethearts.
We were the 'it' couple.
We were in love.

That single word means it is done, that it wouldn't be that way anymore. It means that everything is different now.
But I'm different now too. I learned from my mistake, I learned that not everything is sweet and sugary, life can be so cruel at times. People are going to break you until you don't even recognize yourself anymore.
It's sh*t but it's the way we're supposed to grow stronger.

"LIVY!" I heard a voice yell out my name, excitedly. My bestfriend and partner-in-crime, Leila Ceares-Green. She shortly married Jason after Aiden and I.
"Hey, L" I smiled less enthusiastically compared to her.
"Did you hear?!" She excitedly hopped up and down. I chuckled at her hyperactive state, "No, I don't think so, L, whatever you're talking about."

"I heard that someone's buying off this place!" She squealed, some people stared blankly at her before looking away.

"Oh really? Did you get a name?" I asked, I was truly curious. My boss, Lola, a 70-something year old woman who was struggling to keep the place in shape, good thing that the cafe's theme is vintage. You wouldn't notice any old wood or cracked floors. It would look like it blended into the cafe naturally.

"Nope, but I heard he was a total hottie." Her smile grew. "L, you have a husband. Remember?" I chuckled.

"I know I have one but you don't." She said in a sing-songy voice.

"Ugh please Leila, I don't need a guy to keep myself entertained." I groaned, slightly punching her in a joking manner.

"Ugh please Oli, you need to get back to the dating scene again girl." She mimicked my tone.

"Not now, L. I've got to go, my break is almost done." I said as I looked at my watch.
She sighed, defeated, "Fine, but I'll see you later 'kay?" I smiled. "Sure, see you."
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After a long tiring day, I felt like collapsing on my bed. I checked my watch which showed a glowing 5:59.
Maybe I should call Leila, I'm way too tired to go out for dinner. I decided, but me being lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice a man following me.
I finally noticed him after a few minutes, I thought that probably he was just going somewhere near my house. I tried slowing down, letting him pass, but instead he catched up with me.
My back was against him but gripped my shoulders fiercely, not allowing me to escape.

"Oh hello there, pretty lady." He slurred, drunk.
I kept my lips in a straight line as I tried to struggle out his hold.

"Oh come on now, babe. Wouldn't you want to spend the night with me? It's awfully cold this time of month." He disgustingly cackled.
I started shaking out of fear, but despite my nervousness, I tried to sound monotonous.

"No, please let me go, I want to go home." I confidently called out.

His dirty hands started slowly roaming down my arms, then my stomach. I was suddenly paralyzed in fear.
"I know you want—" just before his hands reached my chest, he was ripped off me. I let out a relieved sigh, and turned to look at the disgusting pervert and the person who save me.

The pervert was defenitely drunk, his clothes were a mess, and I didn't even want to know where he got that white stain on his pants.
But the person who saved me, he looked very... familiar. His back was facing me as he beat the sh*t out of the guy, murmuring quiet words about 'consent', 'respect',and 'pervert'.

I ran to them, trying to get the man let go of the drunkard.
"Sir. I think he's had enough. Please let him go." I pleaded. He suddenly dropped the drunkard, but didn't face me. He was clearly trying to calm himself down,
"Thank you, Mr....?" I trailed off, indirectly asking his name.
He didn't look at me, he stood up and quickly brushed himself off.
"Be careful next time." He mumbled, so soft I almost didn't catch it. He walked away without me knowing his name. I called out a 'thank you' as I practically run back home.
I was glad that I was a few steps to my apartment, so that would mean I didn't have to encounter any more drunkards.

I came back home and I quickly took a bath, I decided against the idea of grabbing dinner since I was really tired and I wasn't really quite hungry anyways.

I would like to think that I was attractive, not to be conceited or anything, but I've had a few suitors and a few boyfriends that says so. I had an hour glass figure and green eyes, a button shaped nose, and a heart-shaped face. Aiden always said that he especially adored my eyes.

Stop thinking about him. I tell myself, I felt pathetic. The guy practically threw me away like I was some garbage, but here I am still in love with him.

I sighed, dejected.

After I took a bath, I tied up my long brown hair up to a bun and wore my nighties. I sat before my vanity mirror staring at myself.
A large part of me was saying to follow Leila's advice and finally move on with my life, yet there was still a microscopic part of me that is still hoping that Aiden made a mistake and that he was actually looking for me. The latter sounds so naive of me but it also sounds so magical.
I sighed, I stared at myself in determination.
Last chance, Aiden. One last chance, please love me again. I thought as I walk out my room into the room of my one and only son, Jamie.

Jamie Carter Matthews.

He was the only beautiful thing that came out of a disastrous divorce with Aiden.
I kissed his forehead as I laid next to him, silent tears gliding down my face.
I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.
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