A heavy silence settled over the room, thick with tension. Olivia felt momentarily frozen, her mind scrambling to process the words she had just heard. Christopher’s wife?
No. That had to be a mistake.
“I—I don’t understand,” Olivia said carefully, her voice measured as she tried to grasp the situation. “I’m Olivia Harris, and I’m legally married to—”
“Oh, save it,” the dark-haired woman interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. Her tone was light, almost amused, but there was an underlying sharpness to it. “I know exactly who you are. That’s why I didn’t bother making my visit longer than necessary.”
Olivia’s confusion only deepened. Who were these women?
The woman’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned slightly forward. “I’m Sophia. Christopher’s sister.” Her eyes glinted wit
