DANTE
I could see the curiosity all over Dominic’s face—the rigidness of his jaw, the restless way he shifted his weight from one side to the other, and the sharp focus of his eyes locked on me. He was starving for answers.
It must have haunted him night after night, lying awake, asking himself the same question: Who helped her with the divorce? How did she get away? After he thought he had her bound in his chains. After he thought she was stuck and helpless.
But Olivia had slipped through his fingers… with my help.
And now he was here, desperate to know the name of the man who pulled her out of his toxicity. Bastard.
I leaned back on the couch, my gaze flicking to him. He didn’t deserve to know a thing, not even a hint.
“Why do you need to know?” I asked, feeding his curiosity.
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