Boston paused. He glanced at Olivia in confusion. She looked about as shocked as he felt as she twisted around to gape up at Cameron with her mouth falling open. Boston shook his head as not to question anything. Setting his briefcase on an end table, he opened the lid and cleared his throat. "Um, okay. What terms do you want?"
Cameron snorted bitterly. "I don’t give a rat’s ass. Give her whatever she wants. Just get her the fuck out of my house."
Boston looked up at his friend’s words. He glanced toward Olivia again. But she still looked confused, except now there was a load of hurt filling her features.
Boston let out a sigh and set down his papers. "What happened?"
Cameron sneered. "I’ll tell you what happened." He jabbed his finger toward Olivia. "Little Miss Spoiled Princess here didn’t get her way and couldn’t have the speedy annulment she wanted, so she came home and tried to slice her wrist open with a broken piece of glass."
"What!" Boston and Olivia gasped together. Boston looked at her, and she turned to stare at him as if she assumed he was behind her husband’s announcement. He could only shrug and shake his head.
She swiveled back to Cameron. "What in the world are you talking about?"
Cam finally gave her his attention, cutting his eyes toward her with a killer glare. "If you want to overdose on pills, cut open your wrists—do whatever to try to commit suicide—I don’t care. Just don’t ever do it on my time again."
Olivia got to her feet, staring at him as if she wanted to slug him, which Boston had to guess she really did.
"For your information," she snarled, straightening her shoulders righteously and lifting her chin. "I wasn’t trying to commit suicide. I was getting some aspirin because you were giving me a headache. When I slammed the medicine cabinet because you had pissed me off, the mirror shattered. Okay? And a piece of glass landed in my arm."
She shivered as she spoke the last bit and covered the bandage with her hand.
"I don’t believe you," Cameron said, though he looked less angry. "When I walked into that bathroom, you had the glass in your hand."
"Because I’d just pulled it out, bonehead!" Olivia snapped. "Suicide is for weak, stupid people that don’t care about anyone but themselves. Besides, if I had really wanted to die today, I certainly wouldn’t have cut my wrists because I can’t stand the sight of blood. And I wouldn’t have overdosed because it takes too long and usually doesn’t work anyway. I’d have just stuck a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger. Like my father did."
Turning on her heel, she stormed from the room. Cameron looked devastated as he stared after her.
"Think she’s telling the truth?" Boston asked a second later.
His buddy looked miserable. "Probably." He slid into a chair and groaned out a curse.
Boston sighed. "Did you know that about her dad?"
Cameron glanced up, his eyes rimmed with red. "No."
Boston snapped his briefcase closed and picked it up. He sent Cam a sympathetic smile. "We’ll do this later," he murmured and walked out.
~ ~
Cameron ran his hands through his hair and closed his eyes as he let his head fall back against the cushions of the chair. "Bombed that one," he muttered aloud.
Shame filled him as he recalled all the accusations he’d slung Olivia’s way. He couldn’t believe himself. He’d never met anyone less likely to hurt herself than Olivia. There was no way she’d attempt suicide.
What had he been thinking?
He hadn’t. That was the problem. He’d stepped into the bathroom, and the past had swamped him. It felt like Sienna all over again, so he assumed the worst.
His first wife had poisoned him. She’d clogged his mind, and now, all he could think of people was how mentally unstable they were and how much they could take before tipping themselves over the edge. He’d never wondered such things before Sienna had entered his life.
Cameron knew he should go apologize. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was too ashamed.
And what was all that stuff about her father? Had Olivia’s dad done himself in? It surprised Cameron he had that kind of past in common with her. Not many people had such close connections with suicide victims. Her father and his first wife. That fact seemed to bind them together in such a way he was left shaken by the knowledge. He suddenly saw her in a different light.
The blonde cupcake he’d first met, who had seemed like nothing more than a spoiled little princess, now had a past. A dark, depressing past. She hadn’t been pampered her whole life by two adoring parents who gave her whatever she demanded. No, she’d ended up with Vivian the bitch for a mother and a father that had to have been at least a little like Sienna.