His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 61

OLIVE’s POV

A small, satisfied, absolutely delighted smile that curved her lips like she’d just tasted something sweet.

Then it was gone, replaced by a carefully constructed expression of concern, but I’d seen it.

I’d fucking seen it

Why was she smiling? What did she have to do with this?

Cole was walking toward me now, and the entire crowd parted for him like he was some kind of savior coming to rescue the damsel in distress, his expression perfectly crafted to show concern and confusion, like he couldn’t possibly believe what he was seeing, like this was just as shocking to him as everyone else.

But his eyes-his eyes told a different story entirely.

They looked almost satisfied. Almost gleeful. Like this was exactly what he’d been waiting for.

“Olive,” he said, voice loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, projecting his concern like he was on stage. “What is this? Is this some kind of sick joke?”

“It’s not me,” I said, and my voice was shaking so badly I barely recognized it. “Cole, you know that’s not me, you know I would never-”

“Then who is it?” He gestured at the screen with this dramatic sweep of his arm, playing to the audience. “Because that looks exactly like you. That sounds exactly like you. That person up there is you.”

The whispers started then, building from a murmur to a roar.

“Oh my god, she was using him the whole time-”

“I knew something was off about her from the beginning—”

“Total gold digger-”

“Poor Zane, he must be devastated-”

“She’s disgusting-

“I can’t believe she’d do that—”

My chest was too tight. I couldn’t get air into my lungs no matter how hard I tried, couldn’t think past the noise and the stares and the video still playing on that goddamn screen, repeating my alleged confession over and over like some kind of torture device designed specifically to break me.

I needed to find him.

My eyes started searching the crowd frantically, desperately looking for the only person whose opinion actually mattered. the only person who might possibly believe me over the evidence playing on loop above our heads.

Zane.

I needed to see his face, needed to know if he believed this obvious setup, if he actually thought I would do something like this, if he thought I was capable of the cruelty and manipulation that video was accusing me of.

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