Chapter 238: Deserve To Know.
Olivia’s POV
The moment Lennox took the handkerchief from me, I spun around and walked away before I did something reckless. Luckily, he didn’t call me back. I wasn’t sure what I would’ve done if he had.
I returned to my room, closed the door behind me, and let out a long, shaky breath. Dropping onto the bed, I pressed my palms to my face.
How much longer can I keep this up?
How much longer can I pretend to be someone else—someone I’m not?
Before I could gather my thoughts, the door creaked open. Damien stepped inside with a familiar scowl on his face.
"What you did at the table," he said sternly, "should never happen again."
I didn’t respond. I wasn’t in the mood to argue with him. I just stared past him at the wall.
He stood silently for a moment, then added, "You should get ready. We’re attending the first funeral ritual."
My head snapped toward him. "Hell no," I snapped, my voice sharp. "You expect me to stand there and watch while they perform a funeral service for me when I’m still alive?"
Damien’s eyes darkened with frustration. He stepped closer, towering over me. "You don’t have a choice," he said coldly. "You’re no longer Olivia. You’re Rebecca. And you’re my wife now. So act like one. You have ten minutes. Be downstairs."
He left before I could say another word.