“I’m not a weak woman, Jackson! I’ll make you regret this!” Olivia screamed, her voice echoing through the walls of the house.

Hunter Jackson stood at the doorway, his face as cold as unmelted snow. His eyes locked on Olivia’s, unblinking, as if measuring how much of her fury he could endure.

“Eliana is sick. And you… you didn’t even show up when she needed her father for three nights straight!” Olivia stepped forward, her fists clenched at her sides. “What matters more than your own child’s life, huh?! Wealth? Status? Your pride?!”

Hunter opened his mouth to speak, but Olivia cut him off.

“Don’t. I don’t need excuses from...