“Mmm, God, these are so good.”

My stomach turned at her over-the-top moans, and I forced myself to take calming breaths so I wouldn’t get sick.

“You haven’t eaten food off me in a while, baby.”

One of my eyebrows rose at her statement, but before I could say anything she was talking again.

“Is that what these are for?” She placed the cupcake down and reached behind her to unhook her bra before letting it fall to the floor. Grabbing the cupcake back up, she licked at the frosting and then licked her lips.

God, she was about to ruin Kamryn’s cupcakes for me forever. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Liv. I’ve never eaten food off you.”

Her blue eyes widened, and her screech was the only warning I had before she was launching the cupcake at me. I ducked, and the cupcake slammed into the wall behind me.

“What the hell, Olivia?” I shouted and was hit in the chest with another one when I straightened. “Stop throwing shit!” Taking large steps forward, I grabbed the box from next to her and yanked it away before tossing it back on the island where I’d left it.

“Why won’t you?”

“What?”

“Why won’t you eat food off me anymore? Is it because I’m not good enough for you? Is it because of Tate? Because you can’t stand to look at me now?” Each question was shriller than the last, and I fought the urge to cover my ears against the noise.

“I don’t know what the f**k you’re talking about! I’ve never eaten food off you. You’re obviously mistaking me for someone else!”

“How could you, Brody?” she screamed and got off the counter. “How dare you tell your own wife that she’s no longer good enough for you?!”

I stood there with my mouth hanging open as she stormed past me and ran down the hall, slamming her bedroom door shut.

What in the f**k just happened?

It took a couple minutes to gather myself enough to grab a wet towel to clean up the cupcake on the wall and floor, and as I stood back up from cleaning the last smudges and pieces I felt a naked body press to my back.

“I’m sorry, I love you.”

“Olivia, stop.” I moved away from her and over to the sink to rinse off the towel. When I turned back around, she launched herself at me, pressing her lips to my chest, which was still covered in chocolate frosting. “Olivia, stop!”

“Let me make it better, Brody. I love you. I’ll make it better,” she said as I grabbed her shoulders and held her back. Her hands reached out for my shorts, and I put more distance between us. “Please!”

“We need to talk, and you need to put some clothes on.”

Her blue eyes flashed up to mine, and I instantly recognized the heat in them. “We can talk after. Come on, baby, I want to make you feel good.” She grabbed my wrists and tried to move my hands from her shoulders, but I didn’t let them budge.

“Liv, you need help. Let me get you help.”

The coy smile instantly vanished, and the heat in her eyes was replaced with the anger I was so used to. “Help? Help?! You want to get me help? For what, Brody?!” Her voice was already back to the same octave it had been at before she’d left the kitchen, and it made me grit my teeth.

Keeping my voice calm, I released her shoulders and took another step back. “For your depression, to start. Olivia, you’re bipolar, you need help. Do you not realize you went from trying to seduce me to screaming at me to seducing me again, all within ten minutes?”

“You think I’m depressed? Is that what you want? Maybe I should be! Maybe I will ask Daddy to pay for a goddamn shrink since you can’t afford one! I’ll tell him all about my feelings and about how I’m forced to live with my husband even though he murdered my son!”

“Olivia!” I barked.

“I’ll tell him all about how you’ve been abusing me. How you tell me I’m not good enough for you!”

“Abusing you? Are you f**king kidding me? You’re gonna start with this shit again? Again, Liv, when have I ever touched you?”

She threw her arms out and screamed, “Good question! When was the last time you touched me, Brody?”

I was so confused. I wasn’t sure I even knew what she was talking about anymore.

“So maybe I had it wrong. Maybe you brought these home so I would get fat so you would have a reason not to touch me!” Taking a step back to the island, she grabbed one of the last two cupcakes and shoved it in her face. “Is this what you want?” she screamed and smashed it in her face again before throwing it on the counter. “You want me fat and ugly, Brody?”

“Jesus Christ, Olivia! This is what I’m talking about. You. Need. Help. Please, let me get you help!”

“I don’t need anything, you selfish bastard!” she yelled, her face and teeth covered in chocolate frosting and cake pieces.

“I can get you—”

“Help!” she screamed louder than before. “Help me! Someone, please! He’s trying to kill me!”

My eyes widened and I grabbed for her shoulders. “Olivia!”

“He has a knife, someone help me, please!”

Taking large strides, I propelled her back until she was pressed against the wall and covered her mouth with my hand. “Olivia, what are you doing? Stop!” I hissed.

She tried yelling against my hand, but the noise didn’t travel far.