Olivia’s POV
Olivia had started to pull her cell out of her purse when she heard the healer ask the question. She slipped her phone away again, listening intently for Julian’s reply.
At first, he didn’t say anything. The silence grew along with Olivia’s simmering irritation. Why wouldn’t he answer? It wasn’t a hard question.
“No,” Julian said at last. “At least she was a devoted wife.”
Olivia bristled. A devoted wife, he’d said. He could only be talking about one person.
Why was he still thinking of her? Olivia had done so much work to rid Julian’s mind of that human w***e. She’d gotten pregnant.
She’d orchestrated Amber’s death.
Even after all of that, after five years, was Julian still hung up on her?
Olivia whipped around towards the door, disgust twisting her face into a sour e
