The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband - Season 3 Episode 18

Olive knew what the stain on the bed was. It was Pamela’s blood.

Olive’s tightened fist slowly released. She watched Elvis quietly as if all that she ever cherished had slipped away from her.

Pamela also walked out of the room and she was wearing a different nightdress. A visible smile could be seen on the corner of her lips.

“Pamela, what did you and president Augustine just do?” Monica ran excitedly to Pamela’s side and asked loudly.

Mom, just now, president Augustine and I made love. I’m now president Augustine’s woman.” Pamela responded with a proud smile.

She moved away from Monica and went before Olive. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Olive’s cold hands.

“Olive, don’t blame president Augustine, blame me. I’m really sorry for you, but you can’t separate

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Monica was about to go wild with joy. Her daughter had finally claimed onto the dragon’s bed..

Olive, the marriage between you and president Augustine was initially a mistake. All you have to do right now is set things right. President Augustine belongs to Pamela!” Monica added annoyingly.

Olive raised her face and glared at Monica and Pamela. Then she raised her hand and slapped Pamela across the face.

With a loud bang, a fierce slap landed on Pamela’s face, echoing throughout the hallway.

Pamela was slapped hard across her face. She was furious at Olive for hitting her, but she only replied calmly.

“Olive, did you just hit me?”

Olive’s face was pale, and her eyes were reddened from crying. Notwithstanding, her eyes were cold, revealing a bit of sternness.

“Yes, I did hit you, Pamela. I slapped you because you’re cheap! Elvis is my man, but you dare to sleep with him. Since you’re only but a cheap side chick now, be ready to be beaten at any time. And be careful with me from now.” Olive warned ruthlessly.

Pamela’s face flushed in embarra*sment. Olive’s words had obviously left her humiliated.

“Olive, we are sisters after all…

Before Pamela could complete her sentence, Olive slapped her again.

This time, Pamela was stunned.

“You and who are sisters? If I vividly remember, grandpa never welcomed you to the Hart family, he never welcomed your mother and you into Hart family, that’s why he never bothered to introduce you all to the rest of the Hart descendants! “Olive quickly rebuked her.

Olive’s words left everyone shocked. They were all shocked that Olive still had the courage to speak. Patrick was also shocked. Although he couldn’t help but applaud Olive for standing up for herself. Pamela who was slapped twice glared at Olive. But her gaze quickly fell on Elvis’s face, although he

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didn’t utter a word, he stood behind Olive protectively.

more glance. She turned to look at

Olive retracted her gaze. She didn’t bother to spare Pamela any Elvis who was behind her, then she extended her small hand and slowly held his big hand.

“Mr. Augustine, let’s go home.”

Although Olive’s aura was domineering, Elvis could still feel her fingers trembled.

Elvis pursed his lips and allowed her lead him home.

The Red Villa.

Elvis and Olive had returned to the bedroom. Elvis stood by the balcony, and the cold wind blew his black shirt. He smoked from the cigarette which was stuck between his fingers, and then he let out a puff.

Olive focused her attention on Elvis. The lights in the room were turned off, and they couldn’t see each other clearly. Olive’s faint voice questioned,

“You did it with Pamela, right?”

Elvis did not look back. After a while, he replied indifferently,

“Why ask?”

Olive shuddered,

“I asked because I want to know where I went wrong. You were not like this before. Could it be because Pamela saved you, hence the reason you can’t forget her?”

Elvis tucked one hand into his trousers pocket, and turned to look at her. He could see her pale face through the layer of smoke.

“This is the end of this issue. Find something else to do other than boring me.”

Olive lowered her head and nodded.

“Oh, I see. I’ll go have a shower.”

Olive walked into the shower and locked the door.

Her body slid down against the wall, and then she covered her face with her hands.

She couldn’t dispel the sudden pain and grief in her heart, so she allowed herself cry.

Elvis smoked a few more cigarettes. He frowned as he looked at the expensive watch on his wrist. Half an hour had pa*sed and she still hadn’t stepped out.

Throwing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, Elvis walked over to the bathroom and opened it from

outside.

Elvis looked around and his eyes finally landed on the curled up figure in the corner. Olive was sitting on the tiled ground, and her jet-black hair was messy. Her face was buried in her knees as she

cried.

Olive cried quitely, but extremely fiercely. Her shoulders were shaking, and she was out of breathe. Elvis’s heart ached intensely. Olive had hid in the bathroom and cried secretly. Elvis walked over

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and slowly reached out, wanting to touch her head. But his fingers still froze mid-air.

After standing there for a while, he heard himself saying.

“Crying for so long isn’t good for you. There isn’t any need to cry.”

Olive stopped crying and then she slowly raised her face. Instead of looking at him, she rested her small chin on her slender arm and stared at the sank in a daze.

“As you wish, we divorce.” Olive sniffed and added,

“Let’s get a divorce.”

Elvis’s fingers curled in pain.

Olive still maintained her posture and still sat on the ground.

“Regarding the divorce agreement, I’ll leave the house and I also don’t want any money from you. You’re right when you said that I didn’t help you earn a cent, so, I’ll return all your money and valuables in my possession to you.”