Maxwell's POV
"Why is he doing this?" he asked when I finished. "Is he really that insane? Or does he just hate Olivia that much?"
"I don't care," I said, and I meant it. "He tried to drown Olivia and our baby. He attacked her father. As far as I'm concerned, our father died in that fire years ago. This man - whoever he is - is just a monster wearing his face."
Damien was quiet for a moment. Then: "Wait. Olivia's pregnant?"
"Yes."
"God, Maxwell..." A genuine smile crossed his face. "You finally won, bro. You finally got her."
The words should have made me happy. Should have filled me with joy.
Instead, they just made the hollow ache in my chest worse.
"I didn't win anything," I said quietly, staring out the window at the passing city. "I thought I had. Thought we finally had a chance. But this whole thing with our psychotic father is destroying everything. Olivia won't even look at me. Her mother can't stand the sight of me. And I don't blame them."
