Olivia
"I'm so sorry, Olivia," Lillian says. She's been crying, and she dabs at her eyes with a tissue. "It's my fault."
"So, you snagged a billionaire, huh?" my husband sneers. "Well, I'm going to get my share."
"There's no share," I say. "I don't have any money. You left me with a stack of bills and four kids under five years old. I moved in with my mother."
"That was then. This is now," my husband says.
Rock is standing stock still. He seems calm, but he's clenching his fists by his sides so tightly that his knuckles are white.
"Where are the children?" I ask.
"They're playing in their room," my mother says. "Mr. Jerkface here hasn't even asked to see them."
"Shut up, old woman," my husband spits. "Don't worry about me and the kids." He points at me, stabbing the air like he's
