Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 15

Olivia's POV

| got a text from Mike in the evening. I'd almost forgotten I'd even asked him about Alexander's suit size weeks

ago, and he never responded. But this time, he sent a couple of numbers: height, chest, waist, sleeve length.

The text was short. “Mr. Green askedto pass this along so you could purchase a new suit to replace the one

you damaged.”

| stared at the message for a long moment. For a second, | wondered if Alexander had changed his mind-maybe

he wanted to givea chance at the job. But then | shook my head. That was a stupid hope.

No. Alexander probably just wanted to close the loop, get the damn suit replaced, and never seeagain.

| didn’t want to look desperate or weak. So | texted back politely, “Got it. I'll buy the suit and send it to Mr. Green

as soon as possible.”

The next morning, | left the house early. | felt like | was on a mission-like | had to get this done quickly and

proper- ly, so | wouldn't have to think about it anymore. As soon as | stepped out, | noticed a black car idling

across the street. | didn’t recognize the driver, but | knew it wasn’t a coincidence.

| ignored it and went to the mall. | spent hours going from one shop to another, searching for a smoky gray suit

that was even close to the one I'd ruined. My legs started to ache, and my stomach growled. But nothing | found

was quite right. The material felt cheap. The cut was wrong. Alexander's suit had been subtle but so well-made,

it madefeel like I'd never find anything close.

| finally sat down on a bench in the middle of the mall, feeling like an idiot. What was | doing? Did it even matter

if the suit matched exactly? Alexander probably wouldn't care-he’d probably toss it out the minute it arrived. He

didn’t want to seeagain.

| pushed myself to my feet and went back to a store I'd passed earlier. They had a decent smoky gray suit-good

fab- ric, clean lines. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best I'd found. | gave the clerk the measurements. She

looked at them and raised her eyebrows.

“Your husband must have the build of a model,” she said with a little smile.

| felt my chest tighten. “He’s not my husband,” | said quietly. Alexander would be so pissed if he heard this.

The clerk didn’t say anything else. She just rang it up and handedthe garment bag.

| left the store with the suit in my hand. | was going to drop it off right away, but I didn’t have an address for Mr.

Green. | texted Mike asking for it, but he didn’t reply. | waited for a while, checking my phone every minute. Still

nothing.

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Finally, | gave up and went home.

| dropped the suit bag on the couch and went upstairs and took a shower.

Afterward, | started packing up my things-boxes for the kitchen, the bedroom, the study. Id lived here for years.

I'd decorated it myself, even picked out the nursery furniture when I thought Ethan and | would start a family.

Now it all felt like a lie.

In my study, | found an old USB drive tucked in a drawer. | plugged it into my laptop and saw pictures | hadn't

looked at in years. Ethan and me, in college. We were so young-smiling, our arms around each other, like we'd

nev- er imagined things could fall apart.”

| felt something twist in my chest.

“Goodbye,” | whispered. “Goodbye to the girl who thought she’d grow old with you.”

| closed the laptop, shut the box, and leaned back in my chair, feeling nostalgic and pissed at the stime.

Ethan's POV

I've just cback from a meeting, but my mind keeps going back to what | saw at the golf course yesterday. |

couldn't stand it once | thought she left me.

| can’t accept it. She’s my wife, my Luna. She can only havein her eyes, in her heart. Even if she’s angry,

she’s still mine.

| sent someone to follow her. | wanted to know exactly what she was doing every day since she left the office. It's

not about control-it’s about making sure she doesn’t make a fool of herself. Of us.

My Delta, Fin, senta report later in the afternoon. He said Olivia had spent three hours at the mall. Three

hours, shopping for a man’s suit.

| felt a wave of something like relief. She was buyinga suit. That had to be it. She still understood her place

as my wife. She wanted to make up for everything by making sure | looked good. This was her way of

apologizing to me.

In the evening, | chfor dinner. Olivia was sitting in the living room, reading a book. She didn’t even look

up when | walked in.

| walked over. “Have you eaten?” | asked.

She looked at me, calm as ever. “Yes.”

That's it? No ‘welchome’, no ‘how was your day’? | frowned and went into the kitchen. There was nothing-no

dinner waiting, no smell of anything cooking. The refrigerator looked empty.

I turned back to her. “Where's dinner?”

She didn’t even bother to get up. She just tosseda box of convenience food. “It’s all yours,” she said, her

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tomato flavored. | hate tomato most!

She leaned back in her chair, not even blinking. “You like ‘going out’ for food anyway,”

The hint in her words was obvious.

| stared at her for a moment. Her blank face gave nothing away. Then | turned and walked out of the kitchen.

| couldn't figure her out anymore. She

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tomatoes. She used to take pride in

making everything perfect for me.

But now? She didn’t even blink when | chwithout notice, didn’t bother to cook or have food ready.

It didn’t make sense. Just hours ago, she'd spent three hours buyinga suit. She did that for me, didn’t she?

Then what did change her so suddenly.

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But the suit wasn’t there.

| looked around again, scanning the shelves and the corners. It was nowhere to be seen. | thought I'd go

downstairs and ask her directly-demand to know where she put it.

Then | paused. My eyes fell on the empty space in the closet.

A lot of her things were missing.