(Victoria’s POV)
I stood at Lily’s grave, watching Olivia’s face contort with rage. The sight filled me with a dark
satisfaction. Her pain was my triumph.
“Olivia, take your anger out on me,” I said, my voice dripping with false sympathy. “Ethan really can’t bear it anymore! You don’t feel sorry for him, but I do!”
I placed a protective hand on Ethan’s arm, making sure Olivia could see the gesture. Her
emerald eyes darkened with fury, exactly the reaction I wanted.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Olivia hissed, her voice trembling. “Standing at my daughter’s grave, pretending to care when you’re the reason she’s dead.”
I widened my eyes in practiced innocence. “How can you say such terrible things? I loved Lily!”
The lie tasted sweet on my tongue. I had never loved that child. She had been an obstacle,
nothing more.
“You redirected her kidney donor,” Olivia accused, her voice rising. “You made sure Emma got
the transplant meant for Lily!”
I gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to my chest. “Ethan, do you hear these wild
accusations? She’s completely lost her mind with grief!”
Olivia’s control snapped. With a primal scream, she lunged forward, her hands closing around
