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Ask me for forgiveness
(Olivia’s POV)
“I’ll get rid of Rachel,” he repeated, stepping closer. “She’ll never be in our lives again. We can still be a family–you, me, and
Oliver.”
I looked at him mockingly, a bitter laugh escaping my lips.
“Impossible,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “Back when you made my son bent on recognizing Rachel as his mother,
you were my enemy.”
Derek’s eyes widened. “No, Olivia, I never did that. You have to believe me.”
He ran his fingers through his wet hair, leaving it standing in messy spikes.
“We were both too busy at work,” he continued frantically. “You with your healing duties, me trying to build my company. Rachel
often took care of Oliver. It must have been her who filled his head with nonsense.”
I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his excuses.
“I swear,” Derek pressed on, “in the future, I’ll take care of Oliver myself. I won’t let Rachel near him again. I promise I’ll never
give that woman another chance.”
I grinned at his pathetic attempt to repair what was broken beyond fixing. His words were empty, meaningless.
“I heard your explanation and it’s ridiculous,” I said coldly. “I’ve seen your letter to Rachel, Derek. The one you wrote six years
ago.”
His face paled visibly, and his mouth opened and closed several times without producing sound.
“She was your first love, wasn’t she?” I continued mercilessly. “You wrote that if she agreed to stay with you, you wouldn’t
complete the mating ritual with me–even though I was already carrying your child.”
Derek stepped back as if physically struck.
