Chapter 473
Julie's POV
The room collapsed into a blurred, suffocating haze of death and sheer paralysis. I couldn't tell if I was anchored in reality or tumbling headfirst into a bottomless nightmare. Was I supposed to be shattered? Overjoyed? Should I tear Thomas's soul out with my bare hands, or sprint wildly through the streets until I held my boy?
My drained, hollow body had only enough strength left to cling to the cold floor, shaking like a dry leaf caught in a tempest. A single name echoed inside my skull, a deafening bell tearing my spirit open: Ethan... My baby Ethan is alive.
And right into the heart of that poisoned moment, Olivia stepped into the room.
Olivia... That wretched snake who had buried my heart while it was still beating! The devil who forced me to swallow the agony of a mother's grief for three agonizing years, while my baby lived merely paces away, sleeping in Harold's arms, believing Harold was his father!
