Get out of my house
(Olivia’s POV)
I stood frozen in the doorway of what used to be my bedroom, staring at Rachel’s possessions that had replaced mine. The perfume bottles on the vanity, the unfamiliar clothes hanging in the closet – all evidence that she had been planning this
takeover for some time.
Derek appeared behind me, his breath catching when he saw my expression.
“Olivia, I can explain…” he started, his voice wavering between guilt and defensiveness.
I turned slowly to face him. “Please do.”
He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture I once found endearing but now recognized as his tell when he was about to lie.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Derek said, glancing nervously toward the stairs where Oliver was struggling to make his way up
with his injured leg.
“Really? Because it looks like you’ve moved your mistress into my house while I was at the hospital with our son,” I replied, my
voice eerily calm.
Rachel appeared at the top of the stairs, helping Oliver. Her face wore an expression of practiced innocence that made my
stomach turn.
“Derek, I told you this would upset her,” she said softly. “I should have waited until you had a chance to explain.”
