(Olivia's POV)

I picked up the fork with trembling hands, tears streaming down my face as I took the first bite of venison.

The meat was perfectly seasoned, just the way I liked it. Even in his anger, Alexander remembered my preferences.

His concern touched something deep in my heart, but it also reminded me of his promise to Victoria. The contradiction tore at my soul.

That night, I made my decision. I would start completely ...