I let out a bitter laugh. “It’s ironic, isn’t it? You spent years making my life a living hell, and now you look at me like I’m the very air you breathe.”
Lennox’s face fell. “Olivia, it wasn’t supposed to be like this—”
I cut him off, my eyes blazing with anger. “Oh, but it was. You wanted me broken. You wanted me to suffer. And I did.” I paused, my voice trembling. “But not anymore.”
Louis, who had been silent, spoke softly. “Olivia, we—”
I shook my head and took a step back, putting distance between us. “No. Whatever you think you feel, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. You had a choice. And every single time, you chose her. Over and over again, you chose Anita.”
Levi shook his head. “We were wrong.”
I met their gazes. “Yes, you were. And now, you’ll have to live with it.”
With that, I turned away, refusing to let them see the tears burning in my eyes.