Chapter 11
OLIVIA;
I felt numb as his words played and replayed in my head over and over again.
But what I couldn't get my mind off of-- was that moment in the dress shop.
He had the effrontery to ask if I was on the f*****g pill. But I couldn't recall him asking that when he knocked me up. He doesn't have an idea what I went through carrying his child, or that I'd almost lost her due to the trauma he caused me. He doesn't.
He had no idea what it felt like to be in my shoes, and I don't think he'd ever.
But I was done crying. I was done letting him-- his presence here dictate how I react, how I feel....
I want to believe that what we had was real. For a second, I thought the look in his eyes was serious, but I was right. I didn't really matter much.
I arrived at the fashion house i
