Chapter 7

Olivia Summers POV

Early the next morning, Liam pushed the door open.

I sat on the sofa without even glancing at him.

Liam changed his shoes while announcing:

"Ava's place isn't safe lately. She'll be staying in our guest room for the next few days."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ava poked her head out wearing Liam's shirt, carrying the bag with the stained wedding dress.

"Morning, Olivia! Liam gave me this wedding dress. I'm planning to shorten it into a cocktail dress. You don't mind, do you?"

I glanced at the oversized men's shirt. It was Liam's clothes, now worn by another woman.

I smiled.

"I don't mind. If you like picking up other people's unwanted old clothes that much, keep it."

Ava's expression stiffened. She hadn't expected me to snap back like that.

Liam frowned, scolding me with displeasure:

"Olivia, watch your language. It's just a piece of clothing."

I laughed coldly, too lazy to waste words, and turned back to my room.

That evening.

A pungent spicy chili aroma came from the living room.

Liam came out carrying two bowls of noodles.

Ava sat at the table and eagerly took one:

"Smells amazing! Liam, you're so good to me. You knew I wanted to eat this."

Liam placed the other bowl in front of himself and turned to tell me:

"You don't like eating this kind of thing. There's plain rice porridge in the pot. Help yourself."

Ava ate while sighing:

"Poor Olivia, can't eat such delicious noodles and can only drink tasteless porridge."

I stood in the bedroom doorway, looking at those two polarized dinners, and suddenly laughed.

I walked to the dining table and looked at Liam.

Liam felt uneasy under my laughter and looked up impatiently:

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at your poor memory." I said. "Liam, who told you I was born loving plain rice porridge?"

Liam froze, then slammed his utensils on the table:

"What are you going crazy about now? Haven't you been eating like this for three years?"

"Yes." I smiled. "But wasn't all of this because you said you didn't like heavily flavored food?"

Liam seemed to recall that incident, looking embarrassed. "I... Ava wanted to eat it, so I tried it with her."

Then he suddenly became defensive with embarrassment.

"You didn't want to eat it. Could I force you? Eat it or don't!"

He really couldn't force me.

So I was foolish. That version of me who loved him so much she lost herself.

I straightened up and nodded coldly.

"You're right. From now on, I won't touch anything I don't like."

With that, I turned to leave.

"Stop."

Liam called out to me, switching to a gentler tone:

"Jason's having a gathering tomorrow night at the usual place. You come too."

I paused mid-step, my back to him, saying nothing.

Liam thought I was putting on an act, his tone growing more impatient:

"Don't make a scene again. Everyone's been unhappy these past few days because of the wedding dress thing. Tomorrow when you go, it'll be a good opportunity to make peace with Ava and we can put this behind us."

As long as I obediently showed up tomorrow and obediently backed down, he'd forgive me for my unreasonable behavior these past few days.

Behind me came Ava's saccharine voice:

"That's right, Olivia. Everyone's waiting for you. You wouldn't refuse, would you?"

I turned around.

I looked at these two, clearly on the same page.

"Sure." I looked at Liam and smiled.

Liam frowned, but hearing me agree, he still relaxed a little.

"Good. At least you're being reasonable."

I said nothing more and returned to my room.

Go? Of course I'd go.

Since I was settling the score for the past three years, how could I forget about those people?

I wanted everyone to know exactly what kind of scumbag Liam really was!