Chapter 121

OLIVIA Noah’s silence was as calm as a storm waiting to break—exactly as I had expected. I continued speaking, my voice steady. “You don’t really love me. What we had shouldn’t have existed at all. We live in different worlds, moving in completely different directions. Even without Liam, we were never going to be together.” He looked at me as if I had said something absurd, almost laughable. “You’re not me,” he said coldly. “So how do you know I don’t love you?” “I just know,” I replied calmly, meeting his gaze without hesitation. I pushed him away. He didn’t resist—perhaps because he was still processing my words, or perhaps because he hadn’t expected me to be this firm. Either way, he allowed me to push him aside easily. I walked to the entrance of my bedroom and reached for the switch. The light came on. The room was suddenly bright, illuminating the small space with a soft, muted glow. Everything was visible now—every detail, every shadow—except Noah, who remained standing by the w