Last time I came back, I had no leverage at all. If I’d dared to speak up, Thomas would’ve shut me down in a second—Olivia probably hadn’t even made it into view before I’d have been kicked out the door.
But this time? This time I made Thomas slap the daughter he always favored, and shoved Olivia straight to the floor while no one dared say a word.
Olivia looked like she was about to break, her face swollen, lips bleeding. The way she stared at me—it was like she’d seen a ghost. Took her a while to come back to her senses, and when she did, she gave Thomas a teary, wounded look full of disbelief and fury.
Thomas saw it too… and straight-up ignored her.
Not having it, Olivia gave him a furious side-eye, her tears threatening to fall. “So what if I’m the mistress? Fine, hit me—
