Olivia’s POV

I forced a sharp, mocking laugh at his words. “So, you missed me as your human alarm clock, waking you up every morning for work? Missed me keeping your life in order? Missed me in the kitchen or drawing your bath after a long day? You didn’t miss me, Alexander. You missed my servitude.”

I poured everything into our marriage. Alexander had no grounds to complain—I was the perfect wife. Even my mother-in-law adored me, saying her son was lucky to have me.

But what did ...