Before his departure abroad, they were lovers, yet now, there was nothing left. Since he left, she had seldom thought of him, having resolved to erase him from her memory.

She averted her gaze and quietly shut the car door.

Without uttering a word or allowing room for questions or complaints, she headed straight for the elevator.

As she reached for the elevator button, Dylan seized her hand, forcing her to face him.

They stood so close she could detect the familiar musk of his aftershave—- a scent she once loved because she had chosen it for him.

Now, it only made her feel nauseous.

"Let go! Or I will sue you for harassment," Olivia stated in a firm, low voice.

Dylan ignored her threat, his eyes desperate. "We need to talk! Give me a chance!" he implored, his voice softening to a plea, "Please?"

Olivia lowered her head, a smile flickering briefly before she looked up with a sneer.

“A chance? I tried to explain everything that night. I fought to keep you. But what did you do? You accused me of sleeping with my ex while drunk, which is why I got pregnant. You called Gina pure and innocent while labeled me a slut... You professed your love and promised to cherish me, yet you wounded me in love's guise! You don't deserve another chance."

Dylan was persistent, his voice rough with emotion. “It's Gina. She wasn't sick; she falsified the test report. Olivia, I'm so sorry. I'm truly sorry!"

He recognized that apologies couldn't undo his betrayal.

He wanted to mend things, to take care of her, but Olivia was resolute. She met his gaze calmly and declared, "That will be unnecessary! I've aborted the child!"

Dylan trembled, grasping the wall for support to keep from collapsing.

After a long, heavy silence, he managed to ask in a strained voice, "You... You had an abortion?"

Olivia offered a faint smile, her resolve clear.

She met Dylan's gaze directly and declared, "Yes, I had an abortion! You no longer have to worry about whether you're the father, or whether I've been unfaithful. Now, we can part ways cleanly."

With a serene smile, she added, "It's actually better for both of us."

"Olivia!" The word escaped Dylan's lips, filled with a bitter taste.

He was unable to accept her words. He had often imagined their next meeting during the past ten days-perhaps she would be furious, maybe even slap him. Yet, he never anticipated she would terminate the pregnancy.

For a moment, he was speechless.

He yearned to ask her why, but he knew he had forfeited that right when he had doubted her fidelity and the paternity of the child.

Lost in his thoughts, he watched as Olivia slipped away into the elevator.

He made no move to follow her.