LOGAN'S POV

"The divorce notice is here already? That was quick." I said as I saw Peter barge into my office in a hurry. He refused to give me the documents in his hands so I had to force them away from him.

"I don't think you should read —" Peter started off, but I cut him off with a slight gesture from my hand.

As I open the document, I was met with the most devastating news. I expected a divorce notice, how come I was seeing a death notice?

I quickly turned back to Peter " Are you shitting me right now? There has to be a mistake somewhere. Put a call through Olivia NOW."

Peter, who was my bodyguard and closest friend took a few steps towards me and said "I'm sorry but she's gone!"

I was in disbelief. What had he meant by my wife was gone? She wanted a divorce and I was going to give it to her, so how could she have died? My chest pumped twice as usual as I could not find the perfect emotions to be expressed at that moment. I did not even get to tell her how much I loved her.

I pulled myself together and said to Peter "Make necessary arrangements for the burial. I won't be attending. That's all for now. I want to be alone, you may take your leave."

After Peter took his leave, I picked up my phone and tried to call Olivia myself. I was not sure I was expecting. I hoped it had all been a lie. I put a call through and I am met with her familiar voicemail that goes "Hey! Olivia here! You probably can't reach me. Don't be worried, I'm just busy not dead"

The words echoed in my head as I whispered to myself "But you're dead, Olivia. Please come back!"

Immediately I locked my phone, I got a text message from Olivia's sister, Patricia. The text read 'YOU KILLED HER'

I was afraid to admit but yes, maybe I killed her.

Few months later, I was still not over the death of Olivia. It felt like a part of me had died with her. I went to a bar hoping to find some solace in alcohol.

"Can I take your order?" The waitress said while looking at her mini note pad.

"Just get me the usual" I said. It was not my first time there, why was I being asked what I wanted to get?

"Excuse me?" She said.

I heaved a sigh of frustration. "Are you new here?"

"As we would have it....." she said as she looked to face me.

I stood up abruptly. She looked exactly like Olivia. Was the universe messing with me r??

"OLIVIA?" I asked as I looked sternly at her.

Her on the other hand, replied "I think you have the wrong person. My name is Claire...not OLIVIA. So if I could just take your order..."

Without giving her a chance to her complete her statement, I violently grabbed her by the neck and pushed her till she hit the wall.

I whispered "Was this the best you could come up with? This is your plan to get away from me? By faking your own death? Isn't that unreasonable?"

I watched as she struggled for air but that only made me tighten my grip on her neck the more till she passed out.

"What have you just done?" Peter said from behind me.

Even I did not know what I had just done, was I hallucinating? I took one last look at the unconscious lady on the floor and it confirmed my suspicions.

"You won't below what just happened. Turns out that bitch is still alive. She changed her name and now she pretends to not know me." I said angrily.

Peter shook his head in annoyance as he explained the situation to the manager of the bar and offered to pay compensation for damages.

"WE'RE GOING HOME NOW!" Peter said loudly.

"Olivia is coming with us. She has to, or else I'm not leaving. She is going to run away again and fake another death." I said as I most definitely was not ready to lose her for the second time.

Olivia belonged to me and only me. She was my property and no one else could have her.

"Get a grip! People are watching. If you get involved in one more scandal, you'll lose your reputation and everything will go to your younger brother" Peter said sternly.

I looked around the bar and saw that people had already brought out their phones to record the moment. I could not let this moment destroy my hard work over the past few years.

I took one last look at the unconscious woman on the floor and stormed out of the bar. I was going to come back for her.

The next night, I went to the bar again to see Olivia. However, I was greeted by the manager.

"How may we help you today, Mr Reynolds?" He said.

I looked around for Olivia before giving him my response "Where is Olivia? Bring her to me!"

"Olivia? Who is she? And how can we help you find her?"

In frustration, I angrily broke a glass cup in my hand which caused my hand to bleed out. Why had everyone been trying so hard to piss me off?

My action startled the manager as he began to shudder in fear.

I continued "Did that bitch beg you to hide her? How much were you paid? I'm sure you know who I am. You know I can destroy this entire business with just a snap of my fingers."

At the end of my sentence a voice called out from behind me " Are you looking for me?"

It was exactly the person I was looking for.....OLIVIA.

I approached her and with each step I took closer to her, she took a step back.

"Who are you? And, do you want from me?" She said as her eyes bore a hole in my soul.

I pulled her into one of the VIP rooms and locked the door. I pulled her into my embrace but she only struggled out of it. Why was she acting like a totally different person?

"LEAVE ME ALONE" She screamed on top of her lungs as she violently pushed me away.

I went closer to her and cupped her face into my hand while holding her other hand against the wall.

"Don't do this to me, Olivia. I promise I'm a changed person. I'll do whatever you want me to. Just please....I miss you." I said as I inhaled her scent which was somewhat unfamiliar.

" Are you crazy? How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not your OLIVIA? My name is Claire. So please, don't make me get you arrested for assault. Last time, you strangled me till I went unconscious. The only reason I let it go was because of my manager."

Each word that came out of her mouth only made me furious. Why was she still denying that she was Olivia? Perhaps, have I just been hallucinating all along?

There was no way I was mistaken. The woman right in front of me had to be Olivia. If that was not the case, how could anyone explain them having the same hair colour, eye colour, height and body size? Everything was the same.

Without thinking, I said to her " I miss your touch, Olivia" And with that, I pressed my lips unto hers.