Olivia’s POV
Evelyn flinched when Lucas pushed her away, but the shock only lasted a second. Very quickly, her expression softened into the fragile, pitiful look she always used when she wanted sympathy.
She bit her lip, eyes shimmering with tears, and stepped closer again.
“Lucas… don’t be like this,” she said softly, almost whining. “I’m your mate. From now on, it’s just the two of us. We’re meant to be one… we always were.”
As she spoke, she reached out again, just like she used to, preparing to throw herself into his arms as if everything had already been decided.
But Lucas moved first.
He stepped aside sharply, avoiding her completely.
She froze mid-motion, arms hanging awkwardly in the air.
Lucas stood in front of her, his posture straight, his expression cold and solemn in a
