Olivia's POV:
I walked to the dining table. "Let's have breakfast," I said, and they didn't move.
"Olivia," my father called before walking towards me. He cupped my face with his hands.
"Tell me, are you okay?" He asked, and I nodded, then hugged him tightly. "I am fine; don't believe what Tasha told you," I assured him before smiling at Grandma.
"My granddaughter doesn't deserve this; come, let's go." She walked towards me, grabbed my hands, and pulled me to the door, but I loosened her grip on my hand.
"I am not leaving."
"Do you want to leave when everything inside you is broken? I already told you to run away when it was still early," she scolded, and I took a few steps backward.
"He is my husband, no matter what you say. I won't leave him." I had already made up my mind, and there was no way I was going to leave Alex.
He is just angry right now, and things will be fine with time.
