Chapter Eleven: Olivia's POV

Liam's wife

I can't believe my eyes. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him approach. What the hell was he doing here?

"Olivia…" he trailed off, staring at me like he'd just seen a ghost.

My words got stuck in my throat, I tried to speak but I didn't know what to say.

"Olivia is that you?" He whispered, still in disbelief.

I cleared my throat and straightened my back. "What are you doing here?" Those are the only words that could manage to come out of my mouth.

He parted his lips to speak, and then paused. "What are you for six years I-"

He raked his fingers through his hair. "All this while I thought you were dead!" He stepped forward closing the gap between the two of us, extending his arms to touch me.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me." My tone was clipped and unreceptive.