Chapter 64

OLIVIA’S POV Watching Dominic’s broken silhouette disappear into the distance, something twisted painfully in my chest—sharp and lingering like an old wound ripped open again. All of this... All of this heartbreak, this anger, this hollow loneliness—it could have been avoided. We could have been living a normal life together. Raising our children. Building the kind of family I had always dreamed of. Laughing around a dinner table, tucking our pups into bed at night, sharing whispered conversations in the dark. But he ruined it. He didn’t just ruin it—he chose to ruin it. He trusted the wrong people. He stood by the ones who stabbed me in the back, even as I bled in front of him, begging him with my eyes to see the truth. He turned his back on me when I needed him most. He chose this path—and he deserved to live with the consequences. For a fleeting, pitiful second, the old Olivia—the naive, foolish girl who would have chased after him without pride or shame, who would have clung to his