OLIVIA
I stood in the kitchen, slicing my sandwich in half, when I heard Lilian call my name.
“Olivia…”
I looked up, frowning. “What is it?”
She was standing by the TV, one hand pressed to her mouth, her eyes wide. “You need to see this,” she said.
Curious, I stepped closer, still holding my sandwich. My pulse started to quicken as I caught a glimpse of the screen. My feet felt stuck to the floor, my arm dropping slowly to my side.
Was that… my picture? No. It was our picture flashing across the screen.
Dominic stood in a suit, a practiced smile on his face, beside me in that red gown from the gala two summers ago. I remembered that night, how perfect everything had seemed.
My eyes were drawn to the headline:
TRAGIC DIVORCE: OLIVIA MONROE AND DOMINIC ADLER SPLIT AFTER TWO YEARS.
