Chapter Eighteen: What Could Have Been (Part Two)

Two Weeks Later…

"She's not getting the house. I told her that and she knows it. No!... She's not getting a million out of me. I'm already giving her half a million dollars, that's all she's worth and I'm not giving her a penny more… Dennis, this has been going on long enough. I want her signature on those papers by weeks end, do you understand me? Good. Now make it happen!"

Fitz slammed the phone down back on the receiver. He was tired of going back and forth with his lawyers, this wasn't something that was up for debate. This had been going on long enough, and it was time to end this. And this certainly wasn't what he needed right now. He and Olivia were supposed to go to a gallery party at Amelia's tonight. Marcus was throwing yet another 'I'm a rich snob' party. Fitz already felt like he'd been to three gallery parties in the last two months. And even though he wasn't too thrilled about going, he'd go anyway to support Olivia. Who by the way was doing very well at the gallery. Half of her paintings were already sold, and she'd even sold a few to a hotel in New York. Olivia had drug Fitz to the hotel, just so she could see it hanging in the lobby and take a few pictures with it.

Fitz was rubbing his temples and sipping on his scotch when Olivia knocked on his door. She had been coming to see if he was ready to go, as Tom had the car ready and waiting for them downstairs. She'd just gotten to the door to his office, when she heard him yelling at someone over the phone. She'd only heard Fitz yell 'Make it happen', before she heard the phone slamming against the desk. She was almost afraid to go in, but she knocked on his door anyway.

"Fitz?"

"Yeah?"

"You okay?" Olivia walked in the room and sat sideways on Fitz's lap. She smooth back the hair on the side of his head, making sure not to mess up the curly slash wavy style he had up top. "Who was that on the phone?"

"Just business." Fitz answered very vaguely. Olivia knew he wasn't in the habit of sharing his work business with anyone, including his parents. He shot them down plenty of times when they repeatedly asked him how work was going.

"Everything alright?"

"It will be." Fitz answered, before kissing her lips softly. "You look beautiful." Fitz was loving the form fitting, all white, long sleeved, floor length dress Olivia was wearing. Her hair was straight, and she had a thin head band on with little gold studs. On anyone else, in a different outfit, it would have looked juvenile, but on Olivia and with the dress she was wearing, it looked very high fashion. Fitz didn't see the back of the dress, until Olivia sat down and his hand was met with the bare skin of her back. The dress was completely backless, except for two small chains, one at the top of the dress, and the other going down her spine creating at T shape. Fitz was noticing that the majority of Olivia's dresses were all backless. He didn't know how he felt about that.

"Thank you. I've had this dress for a few years now, and I've never worn it. Anyway, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah." Fitz picked up his drink to finish it off, but Olivia asked for a sip. "You sure?" He asked. Olivia didn't normally drink brown liquor, mostly because she couldn't handle it. Olivia nodded, and Fitz gave her his glass. He watched as Olivia took the smallest of sips and grimaced. He laughed at her scrunched up nose and pursed lips.

"That's horrible!" Olivia choked out, coughing as the liquid burned the back of her throat. Olivia continued to cough, as Fitz patted her on the back, but still continued to laugh. "It's not funny." Olivia coughed out, as she herself laughed. "I have to go fix my makeup. Ugh, and brush my teeth again."

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"But why does she have to be naked?" Dianna asked for what felt like the fifth time. She was standing in front of one of Olivia's paintings, sipping on a glass of champagne. This was the first time Dianna had been to the gallery to see Olivia's paintings. Olivia was actually happy that both her dad and mother could make it tonight, along with Alex and Quinn. It felt good to have so much support from her family and friends. Although, she wished her mother would just stop asking so many questions.

Dianna loved the first few paintings Olivia showed her. They were mostly nature paintings and close up profiles of people Olivia had seen around in the city. But the further Dianna got down the wall, the more uncomfortable she got. Dianna wasn't a prude exactly, but she wasn't that adventurous either. She had no idea where Alex got her promiscuous behavior from. And she had a feeling that this new relationship with Fitz was the reason Olivia was straying away from the norm.

"She's not naked exactly."

"Quinn I don't know what you're looking at, but I am looking at a piece of a woman's backside."

Quinn shrugged. "I like it."

"Thank you Quinn." Olivia said, standing behind her mother.

"Well I didn't say I didn't like it honey-"

"I know momma, its okay." Olivia gave her mother a brief side hug, so she would know she wasn't upset. "Let's go look at something else."

"Well what's over here?"

"No mom." Dianna walked off in another direction before Olivia could stop her. Olivia knew Krystal's work was on the next wall, and if Dianna couldn't handle Olivia's tasteful nudes, then she definitely couldn't handle Krystal's work. Krystal did nude self-portraits, and she left nothing to the imagination.

"Oh dear lord!" Dianna quickly covered her eyes, at the sight of a woman spread eagle in front of her.

Olivia couldn't help but laugh at her mother, just as everyone else couldn't help it either. Dianna decided to go back up front and socialize, pulling Eli along with her.

"Your parents are so funny." Quinn said.

"If you say so."

"Hey where's Fitz?"

Olivia shrugged. "Talking to some dude in a suit, I don't know who he is."

"How you guys doing?"

"Fine. After the whole pregnancy scare mishap, things were a little weird, but I think we're getting back to normal now."

"Are you guys being careful?" Alex asked.

"Yes Alex we are. Although he doesn't like using them." Olivia didn't want to say condoms, since they were surrounded by people. "And you got the wrong kind anyway. They were too small, and they're latex, Fitz is allergic to latex."

"Oh well excuse me."

"Why are we talking about this anyway? Here of all places?"

"Because, Quinn and I are boring so we have to live through you and your oh so exciting life." Alex complained, washing down her third glass of champagne.

"You guys aren't boring. What about that rave you went to last week?"

"Oh please, we got there at nine and left at ten to go home. We're old bitties, soon to be knitting in our rocking chairs."

"You're not old Alex. Because that would mean that I'm old, and I am far from old."

"There you are." Olivia turned to see Fitz walking up to her, and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Sorry it took so long. Donald is one of my biggest buyers, I have to keep him happy if I want him to keep writing checks to me. So, are you ladies enjoying yourself?"

"Yep. It's not the parties we're use to, but its okay." Alex looked around at all the people standing around, sipping on their drinks while they looked at all the art or talked in their little huddles. Dressed in gowns and expensive suits. There was a quartet playing in the corner, playing light music. Yeah, this was definitely different from any party Alex would normally be at. She wasn't even sure this could be called a party.

"Well sorry there's no DJ and no one grinding on you." Olivia said.

"Liven it up a bit, that's all I'm saying." Alex said, before she walked off, followed by Quinn. Leaving Olivia and Fitz alone.

"You okay?" Olivia asked, looking up at Fitz. He had been acting a little strange ever since they left his apartment. She'd noticed a slight change after his phone call. It really made Olivia want to know just who it was Fitz was talking to. She wasn't so sure it was just a business call. Normally Fitz knew how to turn off work, when it was time. If he had a bad day at work, he never brought it home with him, he left it at the office. But whatever was said on the phone call, was enough to put Fitz in a somewhat foul mood. "You've been in kind of a funky mood since we left." Fitz didn't answer. "Was it the phone call?"

"It was just work Liv, really. It's nothing."

"Did something happen at the company? Is it Jake?"

"Actually I fired Jake." Fitz said casually, sipping his drink.

"What? Why?"

"Well apparently he couldn't handle his new temporary position. He didn't get a few things done, and pissed off a client. One very important, extremely wealthy client. And also he was sleeping with like half of the female staff, so that's not good for business."

"It's also nasty. But you're sleeping with an employee."

"Former." Fitz pulled Olivia a little closer to him, expertly placing his hand just at the small of her back, letting his finger brush lightly on her ass. Olivia softly sighed, when his fingers stroked her back. He could make her feel so good, with just the slightest of touches. Last night he'd got her hot and bothered with a simple foot rub. And the fact that Fitz was a toe sucker was an added bonus. Surprising right.

"So how long do you think we have to stay here?" Olivia asked. She was ready to go home. It was around eleven, and they'd been there since eight o'clock. Olivia wasn't sure what time this little function ended, but she certainly wasn't staying until the end. She was surprised her parents were still out, they were normally sleeping at this hour, especially her dad. The only person she wasn't surprised about was Alex, she'd normally be onto her second club by now.

"Depends on you sweetheart. This is your party."

"Well it's not my party."

"I'm only here because of you."

"So you wouldn't object to us leaving."

"Lead the way."

After informing her parent and her sister she was leaving, Olivia and Fitz left out the front door. It was a different scene from earlier. There were photographers pout front earlier, they wanted a picture of all the prominent people inside. There was a lot of wealthy and influential people inside, before, Olivia would've made a big deal of the people inside, but now she was almost use to it. I'm partying with the mayor so what? Oh look, the editor of Vogue magazine is here, cool.

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It didn't take them long to get back to Fitz's place. And when they got to the apartment, Fitz wasted no time getting Olivia to his room and getting rid of her clothes. He wasn't in a hurry though, he took his time. Caressing and kissing each part of her skin as he exposed more and more of it. He was delighted to find her bra-less, in only a pair of cheeky lace panties after he'd gotten her dress off. He was even more delighted, when Olivia didn't move to cover herself.

Kissing her lips softly, Fitz picked her up and carried her to the bed. He gently lay her on the bed, and rid himself of his own clothes before joining her on the bed. Olivia thought he was moving in for a kiss, but instead he kissed her neck, sucking just a little, just the way she liked it. Her fingers were already in his hair, lightly pulling and scratching at his scalp. That was her favorite place to keep her hands, she loved to pull on his hair just as her orgasm would hit. Although she was sure Fitz would've liked for her to find something else to hold onto.

Fitz slowly made his way down Olivia's body, making sure to keep his lips on her skin. Kissing her chest, sucking on her breast, nibbling his way down her belly until he reached his destination between her thighs. Hooking his arms around her upper thighs, Fitz spread her as wide as she'd go, making sure to keep her there no matter how much she tried to close them.

Fitz ate her pussy like this was his last time. He took his time suckling and fondling her folds and creating a memory not only for her but for himself as well. Fitz had never really enjoyed this act as much as he did with Olivia. She was just so responsive. Fitz loved to try new things with her just to get that moan or little scream out of her. He also loved the fact that he was the first man to ever make her feel this way. The only man to learn her spot, and how to kiss her neck to make her toes curl and how much she loves little love bites. He felt a great sense of pride knowing that his name is the only name she's screamed out in pure ecstasy. And Fitz wanted nothing else than to keep it that way.

Olivia felt like she was back in the hotel room in Aspen, when she and Fitz made love for the first time. The way Fitz was taking his time to appreciate and worship her body was turning her mind into mush. He didn't miss one spot as his kisses trailed her body. He added just enough pressure to her clit as he brought her to an explosive orgasm. And now, as he slowly thrust in and out of her heated canal, she was brought right back to that day.

This wasn't the animalistic sex they'd had before. This wasn't hard quick thrust, bring her to a quick orgasm, no Fitz was making it last. This was true love making. The kind you read about in the good romance novel. Where the only sounds in the room are soft sighs and moans, no screaming and curses. Just the sounds of heavy breathing and soft music. This was lovemaking that went past the physical and made your heart ache. Olivia didn't know where they came form or why, but tears slowly began to pool from her eyes, falling down onto the pillow below her.

Fitz's face was buried into Olivia's neck, so he couldn't see Olivia's tears but he felt them as they fell on his cheek. The two of them were wrapped in a bear hug type of embrace. Olivia's legs were wrapped high and tightly around Fitz's waist, her arms locked securely around his neck and Fitz held onto her just as tightly. Three thrust later, and Olivia and Fitz both found their orgasms as simultaneously.

Fitz rolled off over Olivia, slipping the condom off and tossing it in the can by his bed. Olivia's head rest on Fitz's shoulder, her led thrown over his. And Fitz had his arm wrapped securely around her shoulders, twirling her hair around his finger.

"Fitz, I love you. I'm in love with you." Olivia spoke with her face still against his chest. She was nervous to look him in the eye, nervous to see what kind of look he had on his face. This was the first time she'd said that to him, since they began their relationship. She'd told him she loved him before, but that was as a friend. This time she meant it as her lover.

Fitz hadn't responded to her yet, and Olivia was getting nervous. Maybe it was too soon to share I love you, maybe he didn't love her back. Olivia didn't think she could handle that scenario. She was about to start crying again, then she felt his fingers on her chin, lifting her face up to meet his.

"I love you too. I'm in love with you too, Bambi."

Olivia had a thousand watt smile on her face, as she leaned up and kissed Fitz soundly on the lips. She spent that night with that same smile on her face, dreaming of a life that they could have together.

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The next morning, Fitz and Olivia woke up around seven thirty. That was a little later than Fitz normally would wake up, but last night activities had him a little spent. After Olivia's love confession, Fitz lost all his mind and spent the next few hours showing her how much he loved her. It'd never felt that good to hear a woman, other than his mother and sister, say she loved him. Fitz has had plenty of women profess their love to him, and he knew only a handful of them actually meant it. And Fitz knew Olivia meant it, and he could honestly say he loved her as well.

After the two of them showered and ate a rather big breakfast made for them, Fitz had tom drive Olivia to work, while Fitz drove himself. His day started off fairly normal. The man he hired to replace Jake was settling in quite nicely. To be honest, Fitz only came into work today because he had a couple of video conferences that he couldn't reschedule. It wasn't until about twelve that Fitz's day took a turn for the worse. He had just finished a conference call, when his secretary told him he had a call on line one.

"Grant." Fitz answered.

"Hello Fitz." There was one voice that Fitz never cared to hear again. Ne voice that could make the hairs on the back stick up, and not in a good way. One voice that made his blood boil just with a whisper. "Well aren't you going to say anything? It's been a whole three years, and I don't even get a word."

"Why are you calling me?"

"What aren't you happy to hear from me?"

"Hell no. The past three years of no contact should've given you some sort of indication. There is only one thing I want from you Melanie and that's our divorce papers being signed."

Melanie Grant was Fitz was of four years now, although they'd been separated for three years after a short year of marriage. They met through a mutual friend years ago, and began dating. They had been only dating a little under a year, when they eloped in Vegas. At the time it was what Fitz thought he wanted. His business was thriving, and so was his personal life and Fitz thought he was ready to have a family. So against his parents and family's better judgement, Fitz and Mellie flew to Vegas and eloped I the first wedding chapel they could find. It want anything special, it wasn't romantic, it wasn't anything carefully panned out, it was a spur of the moment type thing. They didn't even have a hotel reservation for after.

When his parents found out about his eloped marriage, they went ballistic. Gerry and Marilyn never cared for Melanie. They thought she was sneaky, and conniving and a pathological liar always looking to get over on people. And most of all they thought she was nothing but a gold-digger. She never worked a day in her life, just looking around for the next wealthy man she could leach onto. Fitz was a goner the moment her was born smart, handsome, and the son of an NFL hall of famer.

It didn't take long after their marriage to figure out what a mistake he'd made. Not only was he finding out that they just weren't a good fit together, but he was also discovering all those traits his mother and father had seen so clearly in Melanie.

Fitz eventually moved out of the home they shared together and into the penthouse he lives in now. He filed for divorce soon after and that led them to the three year long fight they've been having. They've been legally separated for three years, because Melanie just refused to sign the papers. Fitz was being more than fair, but Melanie wanted more. She wanted way more than she deserved, and Fitz wasn't giving it to her. He gave her the house they lived in, because he never really liked it in the first place and also because he had no interest in living in it after their divorce. She could keep the car he bought all the expensive clothes and jewelry and half a million dollars. Apparently, she didn't think that was enough. However, they'd only been married a year, a fairly short year, and Fitz thought five hundred thousand dollars was more than enough and she wasn't getting a penny more out of him.

"Fitz I told my lawyer I would sign for another two million."

"Melanie you've lost your fucking mind if you think I'm giving you five million dollars."

"Oh come on Fitz, you can afford it. That's nothing to you."

"Whether I can afford it or not is not the issue. Melanie we were married for a year, one terrible year, that's it. I'm not giving you five million dollars."

"It's wasn't that bad Fitz. We had some good times. We were in love once."

"Melanie we fucked and argued, and I bought you shit to shut you up. It wasn't love it was lust and pure fucking hell."

"You make me seem like some bitch."

"Your words not mine." Fitz mumbled under his breath. "Melanie why are you calling me."

"Because I think we need to talk Fitz."

"About what?"

"Us."

"Us? Melanie there is not us."

"And that's what I think we should talk about. Fitz I'm not so sure this whole divorce thing is what's best for us." Mellie spoke, as she twirled her large diamond wedding ring around her finger. She hadn't been wearing it for months now, not wanting to be wearing an engagement ring just in case she met someone. She'd been caring it around in her purse, and only just now put it on when she pulled into the parking lot.

"Melanie I really don't have time for this. Now I don't know what game you're trying to play right now but-"

"There's no game Fitz. I've had a revelation recently, and I've realized that I don't want to get divorced."

"Melanie I really don't have time for this."

"Don't you want to know the cause of my revelation Fitz?"

"No not really."

"Funny thing about newspapers and online websites, they're very informative. And you being the son of one of the most beloved players in NFL history, you appear quite often in them."

"What's your point?"

"Who's Olivia Pope?" Mellie asked with an edge in her voice. Mellie had stopped keeping tabs on Fitz for a while, because he was behaving himself. He had his women, but it was nothing serious. He'd take them to a few parties here and there a few dinner meetings, but it was clear to everyone that they were nothing but show pieces, someone to hang on his arm all night long. But then she found some online magazine from New York, and saw Fitz in a phot with a woman. She hated to admit that the woman was extremely beautiful, and didn't look anything like the Barbie doll match sticks he'd slept with before.

But as she strolled down the page, her eyes caught the heading for the picture. Fitzgerald Grant attends Gallery opening at Amelia's art gallery in New York City. Grant was accompanied by girlfriend and aspiring artist Olivia Pope.

The only word Mellie got from that article heading was girlfriend. She was sure that couldn't be right. Fitz didn't have girlfriends, he had fuck buddies, although the newspapers never had the name of any of Fitz's women before. They were always noted as friend, and that's if they were mentioned at all. Someone had clearly made a mistake, Mellie knew it. That is until she spent the next four hours finding picture after picture of Fitz and this Olivia girl. Reading article after article about them being together at parties and galas, late nights at clubs, they were at a concert and even bought a freaking dog. Mellie thought she knew Fitz, he didn't like dogs and he most certainly didn't go to club and concerts. Fitz hated crowds, and the only dancing he did was in a ballroom.

And yet there he was once again with that beautiful woman wrapped around him. Jealousy and rage instantly flooded Mellie's emotions. Fitz had never looked at her the way he was looking at that woman. He looked so happy a complete opposite from the man she'd been married to.

"Fitz, you still there?"

"How do you know about her?" Fitz asked quietly. This was the last thing he wanted to happen. Mellie knowing about Olivia wasn't a good thing for anyone. Fitz kicked himself for not being more careful. He now regretted being so nonchalant about being with Olivia in front of the cameras.

"We had an agreement Fitz, a deal. I let you have your whores and you agreed to be discreet about it. You take them to your little parties and you fuck them behind closed doors. Meaning you keep them hidden. I let you have that little fling with that little tart Tatiana but that was to be it. And now I find out about this new whore."

"Melanie." Fitz warned her.

"You don't have girlfriends Fitz. You have a wife."

"We're divorced!"

"I haven't signed a damn thing. We may be separated, but I am still legally your wife. Which makes that little pop tart you've been dating the other woman."

"You know what Melanie, I am done with this conversation. From now on, you go back to talking to me through my lawyer." Fitz was about to hang up, but Mellie of course had to get the last word.

"I don't think that's going to be necessary honey, we'll be seeing each other very soon."

"Excuse me." That made Fitz nervous.

"I have a few things to take care of first, but I'll see you soon."

"Mellie where are you?"

Mellie hung up the phone, knowing that would piss Fitz off. She slid her phone into her purse and checked her makeup in the mirror before getting out of her car. She walked into the building at to the front desk. The sound of children screaming and laughing made her nauseous. Mellie hated kids with a fierce passion.

"Can I help you?" The woman behind the desk asked in a polite and squeaky voice.

"Can you tell me where I can find Olivia Pope?"

The woman was a little apprehensive at first, she'd never seen the woman in front of her in here before. She didn't even look like she was from around here. "Uh yeah, she's in room one-eleven." Mellie walked down the hallway, dodging running kids on her way. It had only taken Mellie two hours to find where Olivia worked after she'd booked a flight to New York spur of the moment. She just had to see this woman for herself, the one woman who finally broke Fitz from his man whoring ways.

Mellie turned to corner and found the door to room one-eleven open. She spotted Olivia standing by a table in the back. She had her back to the door, so she couldn't see Mellie. Mellie took that time to size Olivia up and she couldn't believe it. How could Fitz fall for someone like her, she was nothing but a school teacher dressed in baggy jeans and a paint stained t-shirt. She wasn't a woman like Mellie, dressed head to toe in designer labels.

Olivia turned around, and finally noticed Mellie at the door. She was a little thrown off, one because she hadn't noticed anyone was there and two because of the way the woman was dressed. She was dressed in all black, a black pants suits matching heels, purse, sunglasses and a big floppy hat on her head. The only pop of color came from the fiery red lipstick on her lips. Olivia had never seen her around here before, she would have remembered. She definitely wasn't one of the mothers.

"Um, can I help you?"

"You can if you're Ms. Pope."

"Uh yeah, that's me. Again, can I help you?"

"You can help me by stop sleeping with my husband."

Olivia was taken off guard, clearly this woman had her confused with someone else. "I'm sorry, you must have me confused with someone else."

"No, there's no confusion. You're Olivia Carolyn Pope and you've been sleeping with my husband Fitzgerald Grant."

Olivia felt like all her air had been kicked from her body. This couldn't be right. This woman was crazy or someone was playing a sick joke on her. Fitz wasn't married, her Fitz wasn't married. Olivia had read hundreds of articles of him before, and none of them mention anything about a wife or even a girlfriend. This just couldn't be right.

"I can see you're genuinely shocked, so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Fitz lied to you honey, he lied to the both of us. He wined and dined you, was the perfect gentleman, treated you like a queen didn't he. I know because he got me the same way, Fitzgerald is a very persuasive man. He probably even told you he loved you."

Olivia held in her emotions, she refused to cry in front of this woman, she wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

"Well I can assure you now honey, he didn't mean it. Because he loves me, I'm his wife, we have a life together. And if you think he'll leave me you can keep dreaming. They never leave their wives, we're priority. There's a reason there's a ring on my finger and not yours."

Mellie 'casually' lifted her hand to brush some hair away from her face, making sure Olivia caught notice of the huge diamond rock on her finger.

"I mean honestly, how could he honestly fall for someone like you? You are nothing like the others. At least those girls had some semblance of class and high society. You're a school teacher and a broke wannabe artist. You and Fitz don't belong together. You don't fit in with his crowd of people, you stick out like a sore thumb."

"Enough!" That was it, Olivia didn't care who this woman claimed she was. She wasn't going to disrespect her anymore. "I will not stand here and let you talk down and disrespect me anymore. I don't care who you say you are, you need to leave now."

Mellie laughed. "Honey I'm just trying to help you out. You seem like a nice enough woman. But you should know that your boyfriend is a married man, and there was never any hope for the two of you anyway. Now I've been gone for some time, but now I'm back and Fitzgerald and I will be together. So consider this his breakup speech, phone call, letter or text to you. You have a good day now." Mellie smirked at Olivia one last time, giving her large hat a finger swipe as she turned to leave the room.

Olivia stood rooted in her place, unable to move. What the hell just happened? This was like a bad dream she couldn't wake up from no matter how many times she pinched herself. This couldn't be right. Olivia went back and forth between anger and confusion. She didn't know who to believe. Some strange woman just shows up at your job one day and tells you she's married to your boyfriend, do you believe her? This was like a lifetime movie, this didn't happen in real life. And certainly not Olivia's life.

Olivia was brought from her thoughts when her cellphone began ringing. She had to will her legs to move to her office in order to answer it. She read the caller ID and saw a picture of her and Fitz on the screen. It was a picture of the two of them in their winter clothes on the slopes in Aspen. Olivia was so happy on that day, nothing like the agony she was feeling now. She didn't even want to answer the phone, but she knew she had to, she had to know the truth. Olivia hit the answer button, and held the phone up to her ear, not speaking.

Fitz didn't speak either. He was scared too. If his suspicions were correct, then there was a great chance that Mellie was in New York and had no doubt paid Olivia a visit. Fitz couldn't even fathom that thought.

"Liv-"

"Is it true?" Olivia cut him off. She didn't want him to say anything else, she just wanted the truth. She no longer had control over her emotions, as the tears began to fall from her eyes. She could barely get those three words out, with the emotions clogging her throat. "Is it true Fitz? Answer me."

Fitz sighed, he couldn't lie to her anymore. "Livvie-" Was all he could get out, before Olivia hung up on him.

She had her answer when he sighed. He was married, the man she'd been falling in love with was nothing but a liar and a cheat. He made her his other woman, another notch on his belt. Olivia couldn't believe that she ever meant anything to him. How could she have when their entire relationship was built on a lie. He didn't love her, she knew that now. And now she would try her hardest to try and not love him.

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