Would an explanation suffice?

In Raphael's mind, Olivia had been condemned. To him, she was an irredeemable villain who reveled in manipulating him. Furthermore, with the passage of time, there was no need to revisit the past.

Olivia's eyes darkened before hardening with resolve.

Standing tall in the night breeze, Olivia addressed him, "Mr. Jones, if memories of the past are unpleasant for you, I apologize. However, I believe it's best for us to part ways nicely and not cross paths in the future. I urge you to show maturity in handling this matter. After all, successful men like yourself should be more open-minded, don't you think?"

He stared at her and sneered. "You're quite articulate now. You weren't so courteous when you ended things. Allow me to refresh your memory about what you said then..."

"That's enough!"

Olivia couldn't contain her frustration. "It's been years, Raphael. What more do you want? Isn't it common for couples to have ups and downs? Do breakups need to Linger forever? Don't you find it absurd?"

"I don't think it's absurd."

“Consider Sharon. She wouldn't appreciate you bothering me like this. Raphael, our past is behind us. Let's move forward. You have a new partner now, perhaps she's even your wife already. Shall I wish you a happy marriage?"

As she spoke, he stared at her with deep eyes.

After a moment, as she nearly ran out of breath, Raphael turned away, climbed into the car, and slammed the door shut. The black Bentley then departed slowly.

Olivia stood in the chilly night, feeling her legs grow weak.

Her phone rang, and she glanced at the screen to see that it was Jessie calling. Jessie's concern was evident as she asked if Olivia had made it home safely. Olivia took a deep breath and replied in a weary voice, "I just got home. Don't worry, Jessie. Have a wonderful wedding night."

Jessie offered Olivia some tender words of concern.

After ending the call, Jessie felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Albert rested his chin on her shoulder and murmured, "What's on your mind?"

Setting her phone aside, Jessie turned her head and whispered, “Something's off with Olivia."

Albert's hands started to explore Jessie's body.

It was their wedding night, and despite Jessie's pregnancy, Albert was still aroused. In a husky tone, he urged, "Mrs. Waston, forget about everything else tonight. Focus on me. Touch me. I really need you."

Jessie was turned to face him.

He guided her hand all the way down, eliciting a soft cry from her lips. But she hesitated to push him away, instead wrapping her another arm around his neck and murmuring, "Be mindful of the baby, Albert. You'll need to control yourself tonight."