Chapter 38

OLIVIA'S POV I should have known my peace wouldn't last. It had barely been a few days of solace—waking to my adoptive mother's sweet voice instead of screams in my head, to James's warm concern instead of cold silences and mockery from the maids, and to the hope that maybe—just maybe—I could start over with what remained of my broken heart and build a peaceful life. But apparently, even that was too much to ask. The knock on the door was still echoing in my ears when I saw her. Evelyn. Dressed as if she were walking a runway. A pristine cream coat draped over her shoulders, her makeup flawless, not a hair out of place. She looked every bit the Luna she so desperately wanted to be. The gleaming black designated Luna car behind her—which I had only gotten to use twice during my marriage—and the two Omega servants flanking her like an entourage—it was all a performance. And I was the unwilling audience. I stepped forward, my hand instinctively resting over the swell of my stomach, while