OLIVIA
Dante rose from the bed slowly, his fists flexing once at his sides before falling still. “You can’t… or you won’t, Olivia?” He asked with a tone that made my skin prickle as he turned to face me.
My heart pounded so hard it hurt. “I can’t…”
“You’re still in love with him, aren’t you?” He cut me off with the faintest tilt of his head. “You still love that piece of s**t?”
The veins in his neck stood out, anger pulsing through every line of him and I remembered, suddenly and far too clearly, that he’d looked at me the same way two years ago, when he found out I planned to marry Dominic. I’d been too blind to see it then.
“Why?” He asked. “Why do you still chose him over me? After everything… after this. Are you really that desperate to stay married?”
Even though I wanted nothi
