Ditching My Ex, Chased by Tycoon Novel – The Cheater Andrew Watson was cheating. Olivia Ferguson stood outside the dimly lit VIP room of the club, watching the husband who was supposed to be on a ‘business trip’ going at it with a curvy woman. Her mind went blank, a dull roar filling her ears. It was the middle of summer, but she felt like she’d been thrown into a freezer.
The cold was bone-deep, and her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. “Didn’t know girls were into watching live shows.” A sudden voice spoke next to her ear. Olivia glanced over. The light was so dim she could only make out the man’s blurry features—a sharp, chiseled jawline, short wavy hair, and sunglasses. A cigarette dangled carelessly from the corner of his mouth, giving him a reckless, devil-may-care swagger.
Her eyes lingered on him for only a second before she looked away, in no mood to deal with anyone. The man asked again, “Is it a good show?” Olivia’s voice was icy. “He’s too small.” He let out a short, mocking laugh. “You can see that from here? Damn, you’ve got good eyes.” Olivia’s red lips parted. “He’s my husband.” With that, she turned and walked away without a backward glance.
Today was Olivia and Andrew’s third wedding anniversary. They were supposed to have a candlelit dinner to celebrate, but Andrew had claimed he was called away on a last-minute business trip. Turns out, it wasn’t his job that required a trip—it was his dick. Catching him in the act left no room for denial, no matter how desperately she might have wanted to fool herself. Back home, she inevitably fell into a spiral of grief.
After she cried it out, her rational mind took over. Olivia quickly assessed their assets and drafted a divorce agreement. She thought she was strong enough, but as the night deepened and Andrew still hadn’t come home, she finally broke down and cried for a long, long time. The next day. To hide her haggard appearance, Olivia put on an extra layer of foundation to cover the dark circles under her eyes before changing into her work clothes and heading to the office.
Years ago, Andrew had defied his parents and insisted on marrying her. For that, his family cut off all his funds and kicked him out of the house. Even so, Andrew had never regretted it. Back then, Olivia thought she had found her soulmate. So, she put up $300,000 of her own money to start a business with him, which eventually became the Ascendant Group. On paper, Olivia was the Director of Strategic Investment, but everyone at the company knew she was the real second-in-command.
That morning, after learning Andrew was back at the office, Olivia went straight upstairs to the CEO’s suite. Standing at the door, she had just pushed it open a crack when a sickly sweet voice drifted out. “Oh, Andrew, come on, just one bite! I never feed anyone, you know. If you don’t eat it, I’m gonna be seriously ticked off. Hmph.” “Alright, alright, I’ll eat. I’ll eat. Don’t be mad, Princess Harper, okay?” A doting smile spread across Andrew’s face, his voice incredibly gentle.
He reached out and softly stroked the girl’s hair, every gesture steeped in a cloying intimacy. It felt like a secret, illicit crush, where even the simplest interaction between them felt incredibly precious. The scene was painfully familiar. Only the leading lady had changed. A sharp pain lanced through Olivia’s heart, as if a dagger were carving out a piece of her flesh. Every pore in her body screamed in agony.
She took a deep breath, composed herself, and pushed the door open, stepping inside with a smirk. “Heh. Am I interrupting something?” Her voice shattered the cozy atmosphere between them. They both turned to look at her… “Olivia, what are you talking about?” A flicker of guilt crossed Andrew’s eyes as he wiped a smear of ice cream from his lip. “This is… Harper… Harper Myers, Adrian Myers’ little sister.
She just got back from overseas. You’ve met her before, remember?” Harper Myers had large, sparkling eyes, ruby-red lips, and perfectly white teeth. Her hair was pulled back in a sweet, girlish style, and she wore a long, pale-yellow dress. She had the kind of fresh, natural beauty that reminded you of a first crush. Olivia’s gaze fell on two very distinct hickeys on Harper’s neck, and her expression darkened.
Last night must have been… intense. Harper’s eyes scanned Olivia from head to toe, her expression hostile and filled with a hint of disdain. “Director Ferguson, hello.” Back in the day, the story of Andrew and Olivia’s passionate romance was legendary. Andrew giving up everything to be with her had become a modern fairy tale in Harbor City. The Myers and Watson families were close, so how could Harper not know who Olivia was? And yet, she still called her ‘Director Ferguson’. Olivia wanted to ignore her completely, but professional courtesy compelled her to give a polite nod.
Harper’s full lips curved into a smug little smile as she naturally looped her arm through Andrew’s. “Andrew, my brother had to go out of town and asked you to s