DOMINIC
I puffed out the smoke, sighing as I leaned back in my chair.
At twenty-eight, I met Olivia Barlow at a function. She was just twenty-two, a fresh university graduate who had come to see what the world she was born into really looked like—for the first time. That night, she was the most beautiful woman in the room, radiant like an angel. After our parents introduced us, I realized we had a bit of a connection.
We dated for a year and got married the next. I was in love. Stupidly in love, but Olivia wasn't honest with me. She didn't love me. She loved my money. The idea of me. My brain. Everything materialistic about me. She fucking used me.
That bitch did every imaginable thing behind my back… and I fucking let her.
God. I never knew the worst enemy I had was the one living under my own roof until it was too late. I was doing time in prison while she was out there, living her best life.
Yet, she didn't even have the decency to say one good thing about me to the kids.
