Olivia's POV
I stormed back into the house, my entire body vibrating with rage.
Rage at Maxwell. Rage at the situation. Rage at myself for caring so much.
Why do I even care? Why does it hurt this much?
I forcefully took my seat at the dining table, barely looking the faces around me. My parents, Kennedy, Kira, Gabriel, that damn imposter in my clothes.
Everyone was staring, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
Maxwell had known who I was this entire time. Since I'd walked into his office as Olivia, asking for love advice about his best friend. He'd known I was Kennedy's sister. Known about my family. Known everything.
And he'd still been cruel.
The memory of every cold word, every dismissive look, every moment he'd made me feel small and worthless came flooding back. Not as Oliver - because he didn't know about that disguise - but as Olivia. The woman who'd come to him for help and been treated like garbage.
