Olívia crossed her arms, drawing a clear line.

— After all… wives send pictures like that to their husbands. Lingerie, nudes… completely normal things between couples.

She paused—brief, deliberate—just long enough for him to feel the impact.

— It was just part of the act, Liam. — she finished, cold, though a dangerous glint flickered in her eyes. — Exactly like you always wanted.

She delivered the words calmly, as if she had torn out her own heart and set it on the table—without letting him see