Chapter 6

I've only seen Olivia three times.

The first was when she came to my place, the second was at the psych ward, and the third was during the divorce.

Different places, but every time, she was completely humiliated.

But now, Olivia stood before me in a clean, simple coat, poised and dignified.

My designer dress was a total disaster—crumpled, smeared with mud. One side of my face was swollen, the slap mark standing out like a neon sign.

My lips quivered, and the water spilled all over my chest in messy splashes.

I was a complete mess.

I expected Olivia…