Chapter 13 Where Were You Standing Before?

• With her face pressed against the cool glass of the window, Olivia's gaze was fixed on the vast expanse of space outside. A wave of overwhelming emotion washed over her, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. Clutching a fragile glass of water in her trembling hand, she could feel her veins pulsing with frustration and anger. In a sudden burst of rage, she hurled the glass at the floor, watching as it shattered into countless jagged pieces. With a shaky hand, she brushed back her tousled hair, trying to regain control of her emotions.
• “Make sure you clean that up." Xavier strode into the room with a cold, calculated confidence. His voice, though calm, held a hint of frost as he made his way to the walk-in closet. Behind him, Olivia's footsteps echoed with determination and anger. She followed him inside and stood just inches away from his imposing figure. Xavier could feel her piercing gaze on him and knew that she wanted to discuss the fact that he was married. With a sigh, he decided to take charge of the conversation before she could even begin.
• “What do you want?” His deep, commanding voice echoed off the walls of the walk-in closet, sending a shiver down Olivia's spine. As she opened her mouth to speak, Xavier's hand shot out and silenced her before she could even utter a word. The tension in the small space was palpable as they stood face-to-face, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. “Go clean up the mess you’ve caused first; after that, we can talk.” Olivia knew better; she didn’t force the conversation. She quickly went downstairs, grabbed a broom and a dustpan, and hurried back upstairs to clean up the mess.