Chapter 218 As You Wish

Olive knew the stain on the bed was Pamela's blood. Her tightened fist slowly unclenched. She watched Elvis silently, as if everything she cherished had slipped away.

Pamela emerged from the room, wearing a different nightdress, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Mom, President Augustine and I just made love," she announced excitedly to Monica. "I'm his woman now."

Pamela moved to Olive, taking her cold hands. "Olive, don't blame President Augustine, blame me. I'm sorry, but you can't separate—"

Monica, brimming with joy, interjected, "Your daughter finally claimed the dragon's bed!" Then, annoyingly, she added, "Olive, your marriage to President Augustine was a mistake. Set things right. He belongs to Pamela!"

Olive glared at them both, then slapped Pamela hard across the face. The sound echoed through the hallway.

Pamela, furious, asked calmly, "Olive, did you just hit me?"

Olive's face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed, yet cold and stern. "Yes, I did. You're cheap! Elvis is my man, and you dared to sleep with him. As a mere side chick, be prepared to be beaten. And watch yourself."

Pamela's face flushed with humiliation. Before she could respond, Olive slapped her again. This time, Pamela was stunned.

"Sisters?" Olive scoffed. "Grandpa never welcomed you or your mother into the Hart family. He never introduced you to the other descendants!"

The revelation shocked everyone, including Patrick, who secretly admired Olive's defiance. Pamela, glared at Olive, her gaze flickering to Elvis, who stood protectively behind Olive.

Olive, ignoring Pamela, took Elvis's hand. "Mr. Augustine, let's go home." Though her demeanor was strong, Elvis felt the tremor in her fingers. He let her lead him.

At the Red Villa, Elvis stood on the balcony, smoking. The room was dark. Olive's voice was barely a whisper, "You slept with Pamela, didn't you?"

Elvis didn't look back. "Why ask?"

Olive shivered. "I want to know where I went wrong. You weren't like this before. Did Pamela saving you make you forget me?"

Elvis turned, seeing her pale face through the smoke. "This is over. Find something else to do."

Olive nodded. "Oh. I'll shower."

She slid down the shower wall, covering her face and crying.

Elvis frowned at his watch. Half an hour later, she hadn't emerged. He opened the bathroom door to find her curled on the floor, crying silently but fiercely. His heart ached. He reached out to touch her head, but hesitated.

Finally, he said, "Crying won't help."

Olive looked up, resting her chin on her arm, staring blankly. She sniffed, "As you wish. We divorce."

Elvis's fingers curled in pain. Olive remained seated. "I'll leave the house and I don't want any money. You're right, I didn't earn a cent, so I'll return everything."