#Chapter 466: One Last Chance

Olivia I sat alone at our dining room table, shards of light from passing cars periodically illuminating the otherwise dark room. Nathan’s dinner plate sat untouched in front of his empty chair, the special casserole I had made for him earlier congealing into a cold mass. My fury mounted with each minute that ticked by. Without my husband walking through the door or even bothering to text me, I began to fear that he had gotten caught up with some Alpha association matters; a text would have been nice, at least. Was that too much to ask? As I waited, I alternated between glaring angrily at the front door and compulsively checking my irritatingly silent phone, as if willing it to finally light up with an explanation. Anything to justify why Nathan had failed to meet me at the doctor’s office today after swearing up and down that nothing could make him miss it. Finally, after hours of waiting, the familiar creak of the front door opening made me immediately sit up straight.