The CEO's Contractual Wife (Olivia and Alexander) novel Chapter 237

Olivia

James leaned against his Mercedes, hands in his pockets, the picture of casual confidence. “With whatever you might need. Professional guidance, financial assistance, a listening car.” His eyes held mine steadily. “I know how complicated life can get when you’re navigating certain circles.”

I crossed my arms, waiting for him to continue.

“I’m not trying to overstep here,” he said, his tone shifting to something more serious. “But I’ve been in this world long enough to recognize when someone might benefit from having options.”

“What kind of options?”

“All kinds.” He pushed off from his car, taking a step closer. “For instance, if you ever decide you want to make a career move, I’d be happy to offer you a position at Westbrook Financial. Senior director level, full benefits package, salary about ten times what you’re making at Carter Enterprises.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the specificity. “That’s quite an offer.”

“It’s a genuine one. You’ve got talent, Olivia. Real talent. You shouldn’t be limited by who you’re married to.”

“I’m not limited by anything,” I said sharply.

James held up his hands. “Poor choice of words. What I mean is, you’ve got options beyond Carter Enterprises. Beyond what you might think are your only choices right now.”

“And what do you think my choices are?”

He studied me for a moment, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “I think you’re a smart woman who understands that circumstances change. Relationships evolve. People sometimes need exit strategies.”

My pulse quickened. “Exit strategies for what?”

“For whatever situation you might find yourself in down the road.” He spoke carefully, like he was navigating a minefield. “Look, I’m not suggesting anything about your current situation. I’m just saying that if things ever become difficult, if you ever need help extricating yourself from a complicated arrangement, I have resources. Legal resources, financial resources, whatever you might need.”

I felt a chill run down my spine. “What are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything.” His voice remained calm, measured. “I’m simply offering help. Real help. The kind that doesn’t come with strings or judgment.”

“That’s

very generous,” I said slowly. “But why would you do that for me? We barely know each other.”

“Because I recognize a good person when I see one.” He smiled slightly. “And because I don’t like seeing people trapped in situations where they feel like they don’t have choices.”

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I opened my mouth to respond, but he continued.

“If your marriage doesn’t work out, if you find yourself needing to rebuild, I can help with that, too. Financial support if things get messy. Legal representation if someone tries to come after you for money or damages. Whatever you might need.”

My stomach twisted. Did he know? Was he fishing, or did he actually understand the nature of my arrangement with Alexander?

“That’s quite a comprehensive offer,” I managed.

“Like I said, I believe in being thorough.” James pulled his car keys from his pocket. “And I know how these things can go. Sometimes people make arrangements that seem simple at first, but complications arise. Expectations change. What started as one thing becomes something else entirely.”

He definitely knew something. Or suspected.

“I should also mention,” he continued, “that if you ever find yourself in a position where someone’s demanding significant sums of money, making financial threats, trying to enforce penalties for decisions you’ve made, well, I’d be willing to help with that too.”

I stared at him, my mind racing. The contract. He was talking about the contract. The termination clause would require me to pay back ten times what I’d received.

But how could he know about that?

“That’s very specific,” I said carefully.

“I deal in specifics. It’s my business.” He jingled his keys. “Look, Olivia, all I’m saying is that you should know you have options. Real options. You’re not trapped, no matter what anyone might have told you or what you might have signed.”

The implication hung between us like smoke.

“I appreciate the offer,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “But I’m not resigning from Carter Enterprises, and my marriage is fine.”

“Of course it is.” James nodded easily. “I’m just talking about the future, not the present. Things you might want to keep in mind down the road.”

“The future seems pretty far away right now.”

“Does it?” He tilted his head. “I’m not talking about some distant possibility. I’m talking about realistic timelines. A few months, maybe a year. Situations evolve faster than people expect.”

My chest tightened. “Why are you really saying all this?”

“Because I’ve seen how these things play out. And I’d hate to see you get hurt when everything inevitably falls apart.”

“You seem very confident it will fall apart.”

“I’ve been around long enough to recognize patterns.” His eyes met mine. “And here’s the thing about patterns: they’re predictable until someone disrupts them. But disruption requires options, resources, and support. Without those things, people end up trapped in situations that started as temporary solutions.”

I felt my hands shaking slightly. “You’re making a lot of assumptions.”

“I’m just offering help. Professional help, financial help, whatever you might need when things get complicated.”

“And if things don’t get complicated?”

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