Chapter 113

Olivia rose from the armchair where she had been sitting. Every movement of hers was graceful, deliberate. She didn’t raise her voice, but every word held the weight of judgment, the authority of a mother who had seen enough. “You think,” Olivia began, her eyes narrowing, “that you can vanish for years, abandoning him without explanation, and then walk back into this house as if nothing happened?” Marina opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat. “Don’t, I haven't forget what you had done on my birthday,” Olivia said sharply, silencing her before a sound could escape. Her heels clicked softly as she approached, her figure commanding the entire room. “ So, I don’t want excuses. I don’t want your sob story. What I want is the truth, why are you really here? Because it’s certainly not love.” Her gaze swept Marina from head to toe, disdain dripping from every second she spent looking at her. “No… love doesn’t look like this. Love doesn’t leave. Love doesn’t destroy.” Riyana step