OLIVIA.

“How did you find yourself in our matrimonial bedroom? Is that supposed to be a question? Am I supposed to answer that? This is your home, Olivia,” Cyril said as his smile spread across his face.

“Home? What home are you talking about? This doesn't even look real to me. Is there something you're not telling me?” I mumbled while still trying to wrap my head around what he told me.

“Nothing is hiding. I am telling you the truth. Look around you, what do you see?” Cyril tasked ...