Olivia dropped her eyes to the floor, completely unable to meet anyone’s gaze. Her hands shook violently in her lap as she kept twisting her fingers together over and over, the suffocating silence pressing down on her like a ton of bricks. Nobody rushed her. They all just waited, hungry for every single ugly detail of the truth.
After sucking in a shaky breath, she finally forced herself to keep going.
"So... I sent Oriana a letter," she whispered, her voice barely loud enough to carry across the deck.
"It took months before I finally got a reply." A sad little smile flickered across her face for just a second before it vanished completely. "She apologized for taking so long and explained that all her Luna duties had kept her swamped, so she couldn’t write back any sooner."
Olivia swallowed hard around the massive lump in her throat.
"She also said she couldn’t tell her husband about me until we met in person. She wanted us to take a DNA test first so there’d be zero doubt that we were really twins."
Her fingers squeezed each other so tightly her knuckles went bone white.
Life could be so unbelievably cruel. For more than thirty years she had lived wrapped in luxury, respected and treated like a true Luna.
Now here she was, stripped of everything she had stolen, sitting alone while every person she once called family stared at her with pure disgust and hatred burning in their eyes.
It was impossible not to miss the life she had lost.
Still... deep down in her shattered heart, a tiny, desperate spark of hope refused to die. She kept clinging to the fragile dream that the man who had looked at her with love every single morning for decades might somehow find it in himself to show her even a shred of mercy and forgiveness.
That pathetic little hope was the only reason she decided to lay everything bare now instead of hiding.
"I hadn’t told Oriana anything about what I was going through," she admitted softly, "but her letter was incredibly detailed anyway."
Her eyes went distant as the memories flooded back.
"She even picked out a date for us to meet and gave me the address for the Grimroot Pack. She wanted everything handled face-to-face."
A bitter laugh slipped out of her before she could stop it.
"But... I never got the chance to go."
Heavy regret crashed down on her shoulders. Sometimes she couldn’t stop torturing herself with thoughts of how completely different everything might have turned out if she had only made it there sooner.
Maybe Oriana would have welcomed her with open arms. Maybe her sister would have protected her. Maybe she could have helped Olivia escape the living nightmare she was trapped in.
Maybe none of this horror would have ever happened.
Those what-ifs haunted her every single second.

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