OLIVIA'S POVEverything stilled before it came crashing down.I nearly collapsed and reached for the doorframe to steady myself. Every incident, he always apologised for, stating that it was a misunderstanding.I believed it. I believed him…Then what the hell was this?"What does it look like, Olivia?" Her voice rang, making me realise that I'd spoken my question out loud. It was like a blow, her dripping with a cruel, mocking pity. The few encounters we'd had were through coincidences, whether they could even be called that. days that I would arrive to find him, her and his mother together, looking like a harmonious family. I barely interacted with her, but his mother's constant comparisons and the looks she gave me were enough.Now, she was smiling at me, looking victorious. She leaned back against the headboard, pulling silk sheets over her chest. There was no guilt present in her face, like she had anticipated this. And I was broken.My chest felt like it was being squeez
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