Olivia's POV
*Ohh... Did he really mean that? He wasn't in love with that woman?*
The certainty in his voice, the way his eyes never left mine as he spoke - it was almost enough to convince me. Almost. But my brain was screaming that people didn't defend ex-girlfriends accused of murder unless there were still feelings involved.
Still, something about his tone, the way his hand felt on my shoulder, the vulnerability in his expression - it all made me want to believe him.
It took every ounce of strength I possessed to stop myself from smiling. The relief that flooded through me was completely inappropriate and absolutely terrifying, because it confirmed what I'd been trying to deny all morning.
*I care. I actually care whether Maxwell Wellington is in love with his ex-girlfriend or not. I care way more than I should, and that's a problem I don't know how to solve.*
