(Olivia’s POV)‘
I gripped Victoria’s perfectly styled hair tighter, forcing her head down toward Lily’s tombstone. My entire body trembled with a rage I’d never experienced before–primal, fierce, and
unstoppable.
“Apologize to my daughter!” I demanded, my voice barely recognizable even to myself.
Victoria struggled against my grip, her manicured nails clawing at my wrists. “Let go of me,
you crazy b***h!”
Her resistance only fueled my determination. This woman had tormented my daughter in life, manipulated my husband, and now dared to desecrate Lily’s final resting place. No more.
“Apologize!” I slammed her head forward, forcing her forehead against the cold stone of Lily’s
grave marker.
The impact echoed through the quiet cemetery–a hollow sound that somehow satisfied the
burning rage inside me. Victoria’s perfectly applied makeup smeared against the moonstone,
leaving a grotesque imprint.
“You will show respect to my daughter,” I hissed, yanking her head back only to force it down
again.
Victoria’s body went rigid with shock. No one had ever dared to treat her this way–certainly not the meek, accommodating Luna she’d manipulated for years.
“Have you lost your mind?” she gasped, struggling to free herself from my iron grip. “I’m calling Ethan the moment I-”
I cut her off with another forceful bow, her forehead connecting with the stone again. “Call him. Tell him how you came to curse my daughter’s grave in the middle of the night.”
My strength surprised even me. Where had this power been all these years? Perhaps it had always been there, dormant until maternal instinct and grief combined into something unstoppable.
Victoria twisted violently in my grasp, her face contorted with hatred. “That little mongrel deserved to die! She was weak, just like you!”
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Her words ignited something primal within me. My hand connected with her face in a
resounding slap, the sound sharp in the night air.
“Don’t you dare speak of my daughter that way!” I slapped her again, harder this time.
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Victoria’s head snapped to the side, a red mark blooming on her pale cheek. Her eyes widened
in shock and fear.
“You’re insane,” she whispered, a tremor in her voice. “Completely insane.”
I grabbed her hair again, forcing her to look at Lily’s tombstone. “Say her name. Say ‘I’m sorry, Lily Winters.”
