Chapter 47
Olivia’s POV
"How could everything go so wrong?" I whispered to myself, pacing back and forth in my bedroom. My heels clicked against the hardwood floor, and I clenched my fists tightly, my nails biting into my palms, and forming a crescent line mimicking the ends of my nails. No matter how many times I replayed the last few days in my head, the outcome did not change. Dominic knew. He knew he was the father of Samantha’s twins, and now, he could not seem to stay away from them.
This was not how it was supposed to be.
I sank onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands. Every breath I took felt shallow with each exhale carried with frustration. I had imagined this going differently, so differently. I thought Dominic would be angry. Furious, even. I thought he would storm into Samantha’s life and rip her apart for hiding the truth from him. And I thought he would be grateful to me for showing him the light, for helping him uncover the truth.
But instead... instead, he turned all his focus onto them. Those kids. And her.
I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging slightly as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “He was supposed to choose me,” I muttered with a cracking voice. “After everything I have done, he was supposed to choose me.”
I felt invisible now, like I did not even exist in Dominic’s world anymore. All his attention, all his care, it was for them. The twins and Samantha. Not me. Never me. My stomach churned as a sick, twisted ache settled in my chest. I could not believe this. I wouldn’t believe it.
The door creaked open, and I stiffened, quickly wiping my eyes as my father stepped inside and his eyes immediately landed at me.
“Olivia,” he uttered with a mix of sternness and concern. “I have been hearing you pace like a caged animal for the past hour. What is going on?” he asked.
I glared at him, my anger bubbling to the surface. “What’s going on?” I repeated bitterly. “Everything is falling apart, that’s what’s going on.”