Chapter 62

OLIVIA’S POV Even I was surprised by my own words. The moment they left my mouth—sharp, venom-laced and dripping with a fury I’d kept buried for years—the entire garden seemed to fall silent. It was as if nature itself had gone still to witness the moment Evelyn’s perfect mask cracked. Her face drained of color. The smugness disappeared from her eyes, replaced by wide, trembling disbelief. Her lips parted as if to form a response, but no sound came out. For once, Evelyn Hart—the ever-so-poised Phoenix Luna—was speechless. “You… you’re lying,” she stammered, but her voice was thin, barely more than a breath. She clutched the folds of her dress, knuckles white. “Dominic would never—” I smiled sweetly, the kind of smile you give just before striking your enemy in the final blow. “Speechless?” I tilted my head, voice feather-light, mockingly cheerful. “That’s rare for you. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. It must’ve caught you off guard when he came to me the other day, saying how much