#Chapter 162: The Weight of Accusations

Olivia Nathan’s face fell when I accused him, and his eyes widened as if he was genuinely shocked by my words. We were sitting on a bench outside of the yoga studio. The early afternoon sun warmed us, filtered by a tree that towered over our heads. Across the street, kids played happily in the park, squealing and laughing excitedly as they pelted each other with water balloons. Everything felt so peaceful and calm. My father’s innocence was revealed. Colin and Jenifer’s treachery had been stopped in its tracks, and Nathan was the perfect image of an Alpha, working hard to remedy the damage his father had done over the years. But on the inside, I still felt turmoil. With Nathan’s sudden return after hardly speaking to me for two months, I didn’t know what to think. “Olivia, I didn’t mean it like that,” he stammered, his hands clasping and unclasping nervously in his lap. “I didn’t only come back because I was jealous. “Oh?” I asked, folding my arms across my che