Chapter 145

EVELYN'S POV The shadows used to welcome me like an old friend. Now, they mocked me. I watched them again—Olivia, Dominic, the children—moving about as if they were the perfect little family. Every smile they shared, every casual brush of fingers, every protective glance Dominic gave her was a dagger twisted deeper into my side. How did I let this happen? Which part did I miss? Where did my planning go wrong? She was winning. No—she had already won. And it burned. I shifted behind the trees at the edge of the pack guest house grounds, keeping a low profile. I had been doing this for days—watching, waiting, plotting. I had planned everything so perfectly and yet I failed. But the more I watched, the more my irritation curdled into rage. Olivia was never supposed to rise again. I had made sure of it. I orchestrated her downfall with precision and venom. Every whisper, every planted lie, every staged betrayal—I pieced them together like a master puppeteer. I humiliated not only her but al