But even worse than the rage… was the satisfaction.
The more she watched, the more it became clear: Oliver wasn't just trying to protect her. He was enjoying it. His movements were filled with a terrifying precision almost like he had been waiting for this moment.
At that moment Cora felt a tremor run through her spine. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. She was speechless. Her heart was hurting, confused between fear and disbelief.
She couldn't believe this was her Oliver? The same Oliver who used to smile warmly at her like the world would stop spinning if she got hurt? The one who made her feel safe and gentle just by holding her hand? This… this wasn't him. The man in the footage wasn't that Oliver. He looked like a stranger. No worse. He looked like a monster.
The air around her suddenly felt heavier. Her throat tightened. Her chest rose and fell slowly as her thoughts became louder than her heartbeat.
"Who are you, Oliver?" she whispered in her head.
