Once again, I am so sorry for the delay! I have been extremely busy and haven't had the time to sit down and write.

This chapter has quite a lot of cussing, so be prepared. I hope you all like it. Enjoy! :)

Olivia awoke the next morning to a phone call.

"Hello?" she asked groggily.

She didn't even notice which phone she actually picked up.

"Hi."

She sat straight up, now wide awake. "I told you not to call. I can't talk to you."

"Can't or won't? Livvie, please just give me another chance. It's all I'm asking for. I love you."

"So what?"

The line went silent.

"You are a stranger to me. Do not call me again." she said, pressing the END button on her phone.

She sighed. She hated treating him like that, especially when she truly did forgive him. In order to keep him safe and get him to stop calling, she had to go along with this charade. She wanted so badly to be able to tell him why she couldn't talk to him, but she couldn't. It hurt her so bad inside, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Two Days Later

"Anything on the mother?" Fitz asked one of his trusted workers, Mike.

"Not much to find. Before dying on Global 522, Maya Pope worked as a secretary to a venture capitalist named Neal Hastings. One child, Olivia. Husband Elijah, eight years her senior. Works at the Smithsonian, hard guy to get a picture of. But I finally found an old copy of his museum badge."

He saw the picture of her father, instantly recognizing him. "Her father? That's him?"

"That's him."

He stared at the picture, not believing what this told him.

"Anything else sir?"

"No thank you Mike. That will be all."

Mike nodded his head as he walked out of the Oval Office.

He threw the papers down in anger. How could she not tell him? Her father was the head of B613, the man who's been controlling him for over twenty years. He was the stranger to her? No, she was the stranger to him. He couldn't wrap his head around it.

"So I was thinking, we should…" Mellie walked into the room, stopping mid-sentence when she saw an angry Fitz.

"Fitz, dear, what's wrong?"

He got up and walked over to his desk. "Nothing."

"Really?"

She looked down and saw papers scattered.

"What are these?" she asked, picking them up.

"Leave those alone!" he yelled, standing up, but he was too late.

"You have a file on Olivia? You're having her followed?"

He didn't say anything. Anger spread throughout her body.

"Answer me!" she yelled.

"You already have the answer to your question so I don't know why you're getting loud with me."

"I thought we were reconnecting. I thought this thing with Olivia was over? But how could I be so stupid? I should've known that you and her will never be over. No matter how much she hates you and wants nothing to do with you, you're still going to pine over the whore."

"She is not a fucking whore for the last god damn time! Give it a rest!"

"You give it a rest Fitz! She doesn't want you. You murdered her mom. Every time she looks at you, that's all she's going to think about. You're so damn naïve. You really think she'll come back to you? All she ever does is leave you in the first place. Who has been here for you for over twenty years? Who has sacrificed everything for you? Who…"

"Carried on an affair with my father after he raped you?" Her face went pale. "Yeah, that's what I thought. I also found out something else. After you told me what he did to you, which was right around the time that you got pregnant with Gerry, I had a paternity test done. Turns out, I'm not his father. He's my brother. My brother Mellie! The kid that I have raised for fifteen years, my first born son, is my fucking brother!"

"That's not my fault! Gerry is the one who raped me!"

"I'm not saying you let it happen, but you still had an affair with him after it happened. You are disgusting. And you call Liv the whore? Who still fucks the person that raped them? Who still can be in the same room with them?"

"I did it for you!"

"Oh, so you continued to sleep with my father for me? I want the damn divorce Mellie. I have so much leverage over you now that it would be in your best interest to do so."

"Fine. But just know that I am not doing this for you. I'm doing this because I am tired of being there for you while "the whore who shall not be named' can fuck you, leave you, and hurt you. I am done being treated like shit by you. You're a lousy husband and an even lousier friend. All I ever wanted was for you to treat me with respect. But you can't even do that. You're a murderous, naïve, piece of shit President. Good luck winning a second term. It's never going to happen."

She stormed out of the office, as Fitz fumed with anger. This was all too much to handle in one day. First Olivia and now Mellie. He couldn't win.

Olivia was sitting on her couch eating popcorn and drinking wine, per usual. The past couple of days she had been trying to not think about Fitz and live a somewhat normal life. She even went on a date with Jake, which ended very well, in her opinion. She kept telling herself that she couldn't think about or talk to Fitz, but in a way she was hoping that that he would call her. Him calling meant he still cared and was still thinking about her.

She heard a knock on the door, as she sat her things down. She walked over, not even bothering to look through the peephole.

She opened the door, where Fitzgerald Grant stood, demanding to be let in.

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