Olivia

"I'm so sorry, Olivia," Lillian says. She's been crying, and she dabs at her eyes with a tissue. "It's my fault."

"So, you snagged a billionaire, huh?" my husband sneers. "Well, I'm going to get my share."

"There's no share," I say. "I don't have any money. You left me with a stack of bills and four kids under five years old. I moved in with my mother."

"That was then. This is now," my husband says.

Rock is standing stock still. He seems ...