*Gabe’s POV*

“Olie”? Did he really just call Olivia “Olie”? And why the hell were her arms around his neck? Were they having an affair? How long had those two bastards been betraying me?

Jorel came toward me. “Happy birthday, Gabe!”

I stepped back, not letting him touch me. “What are you doing here?”

“As I said, I came to wish you a happy birthday and celebrate with you. I invited Aneliese, but you know she hates this place.”

“Get out.”

“No, I’m ...