Love Addiction: Doting On My Love

Chapter 107

Violet, caught off guard by his outburst, was momentarily speechless.

He pressed on. “Do you realize how much Emily cares for you? She always prioritizes you. And what

have you done for her?”

“Did you come here to accuse me?”

Violet regained her composure and responded coldly, even though she felt disheartened.

Oliver paused, recognizing his overreaction.

“We won’t discuss this further,” he said more composedly. “What’s the meaning behind acknowledging

this woman as your mother? Are you defying your family and trying to cut ties with them completely?

You don’t need to insult your father by getting yourself a new mother.”

Violet had previously confided in Oliver about her birth mother’s departure, and her yearning

for maternal affection.

“Are you trying to taunt your father by choosing a stand–in mother to highlight his failures and

negligence?” he added, each word cutting deeper into Violet.

Her frustration grew.

“I’m just seeking familial warmth and love. What’s wrong with finding someone who shows care and

offers motherly love? Is that a crime?” she retorted.

Defiantly, she kept her head high, struggling to hold back her tears.

Yet, Oliver showed no compassion.

“You talk of warmth and love, but what right do

you have to expect them when you’ve contributed nothing? Worse, you’ve actively caused harm. Who

would risk loving someone capable of destroying her sister? To love you would be unfair to Emily!”

His relentless mentio

“Enough!”

of Emily pushed Violet to the brink.

She stood up quickly, almost knocking over her coffee, declaring firmly. “My life is mine to live, and it

has nothing to do with you!”

The person she had adored now stood in her way, leaving her feeling completely powerless.

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The more she tried to clarify things, the more messy they seemed to get. She no longer felt the

urge to explain anything, including the issue with Emily’s voice or her connection with Naomi.

She walked toward the exit, each step weighed down with emotion.

Oliver watched her leave with a detached gaze, his heart filled with a sense of loss. He lamented, ”

Violet you’ve grown so distant. I hardly recognize you anymore.”

But it wasn’t she who had changed. Feeling a profound sense of injustice, a tear escaped her eye.

Oliver, regaining his composure, stood and declared. ‘Regardless of what you think or your

feelings towards the Wickhams. I hope you can come to our engagement.

Violet’s gaze shifted back to Oliver, puzzled about why he would preserve the cup when planning

to marry Emily.

Oliver noticed her expression, and softened his expression. “Emily used this cup to give me water

daily for an entire year.”

In reality, it was Violet who had done that. Why couldn’t he see that she was the one who had been

there for him, using that very cup?

The words almost escaped her lips, but she held them back, remembering his earlier statement. Even if

Emily hadn’t been the one to bring him back, it was her he loved.

Violet asked quietly. “Why wrap it up like this?”

Oliver responded with a gentle smile, “I intend to display it at our engagement ceremony, to show

everyone our love and to showcase Emily’s tendemess and dedication. Without Emily, I wouldn’t

be who I am.”

He was planning to display the cup she had used to symbolize his love for Emily. The irony was too

much for Violet to bear.

She swiftly snatched the cup from his hands.

Oliver was taken aback, realizing only that the cup was already in Violet’s possession.

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Crash! Violet let go of the cup, and it smashed on the floor, fracturing into countless pieces.

The shards reflected dazzling light, stinging her eyes and almost blinding her.

“Violet!” Oliver’s outcry reverberated through the café; his fury was unprecedented. “Why did you

do this?”

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He seized her wrist with such force that Violet felt it might snap.

Such roughness, she recalled, had only ever come from Lucius.

Violet responded with a defiant smile, unwilling to offer any explanation. Despite her attempts to clarify

Emily’s situation, she was still labeled as the culprit.

Turning away, she began to leave.

Each step was like walking on those shards–jarring and deeply painful. She bid farewell to what once

was–to Oliver, and to the love she could no longer harbor for him.

Her portrayed resilience was a mere facade. Once she was out of Oliver’s sight, she realized how

heartbroken she was.

Instead of seeking Naomi, Violet retreated to a quiet corner. There, her tears flowed freely and

uncontrollably.

She worked during the day and cared for Oliver at night after his accident: spent countless hours

by his bedside, feeding him water, conversing, and envisioning a shared future upon his

awakening.

When water dribbled from his mouth, she tenderly dabbed it away. Yet, she ended up being the

worst person in his eyes.

She couldn’t stop herself from sobbing.

Oblivious to her, Lucius stood not far away behind her.

He’d noticed her and Oliver walking toward the café. Later, he followed them and saw their argument,

as well as Violet smashing the cup.