Chapter 68

OLIVIA’S POV I stood by the window, arms crossed, watching Dominic through the window glass still lying on my bed. A part of me still trembled from the intensity of last night—the way his touch undid me, unraveled every wall I had painstakingly built around my heart. It wasn’t just the physical surrender. It was the way he looked at me, touched me, like I was still his. Like nothing had changed. But everything had changed. I hated how easily my body gave in while my heart screamed in protest. I hated the weakness I saw in myself, the part of me that still responded to him, still longed for him—even after everything. I knew I had to draw a line. A sharp, irrevocable line. Because if I didn’t, he’d get the wrong idea. He’d think we still had a chance. But we don’t. That ship had sailed the night he left me bleeding, broken, and pregnant. Whatever happened last night wasn’t love. It wasn’t reconciliation. It was a mistake. A moment of lost control. A lapse in judgment. Or maybe… a lapse i