The Hills

by olicityqoak

There is no way for Oliver and Felicity - treated like celebrities in their city - to get away with an affair. But there's also no way to resist it any longer. Especially now that Felicity has resurfaced after over a decade of avoiding Oliver. But what happens when Oliver is able to connect the dots and dig up parts from Felicity's past that she has spent years trying to hide?

1. Prologue

"Felicity!"

She ignored her name being called as she stuffed as much as she could into as many bags as she could carry. Silent tears of betrayal tinged with mascara ran down her cheeks and splattered black on her comforter.

"Honey, listen."

She didn't want to listen. There was nothing to hear. No words in any language could fix what had been broken. She zipped up the last bag and slung it over her shoulder. She had to get out of that bedroom.

Ignoring his weak attempt to calm her down, she stepped around him and slammed the door behind her. "Stay there," she muttered as she turned the corner and walked into her fourteen year old daughter's room.

"Almost ready," the girl mumbled, dazed. She was trying to keep her composure but her mother saw the tears in her eyes and the shaking in her slumped shoulders as she packed up as much of her room as she could.

"Take your time, sweetheart," Felicity smiled, but it was a smile that was forced and didn't touch her eyes. She wanted to get the hell out of that house.

The girl nodded and grabbed a stuffed animal off her bed along with various chargers for electronic devices, "Will I be able to come back and get the rest of my stuff later?"

Felicity froze, she couldn't imagine ever stepping foot in the property ever again, "We'll send Hunter to collect the remaining things later. Let's go."

Her daughter, Mia, sighed and grabbed her bags, "I hope dad isn't expecting a hug goodbye."

Felicity snorted, leading the way down the stairs as she fumbled around in her purse for her keys, "If he is, he's crazier than I thought."

She held the door open for Mia and took one last look inside the place that she had once called home. Her driver, Hunter, followed her with wide eyes as she hurried over to her car.

"I'm going to drive myself. Please follow me to my office," she said, her fingers wrapped around the car door handle, "Oh, and Hunter, please alert all of security and staff that Mr. Palmer is no longer able to receive their services."

The man nodded, clearly shocked, "Yes ma'am."

Felicity slid into her CLA-class Benz and shut the door behind her. Taking one look at Mia crying in the passenger seat, she turned the car on and reversed out of the driveway. Without looking back, the toe of her hot pink heel slammed down on the gas pedal. In that moment she sped away from her home and her husband: her lying, sneaking, cheating husband.

And just like she had fourteen years ago…she ran.