"Enough. You don't need to act all passive-aggressive. Czarina owes you nothing. If she hadn't saved my brother and me back then, you wouldn't even have a chance to marry me with the thirty million my mother gave you."
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "First, we're picking up the car and our things at the hotel. Then I'll drop Czarina home myself."
I followed the GPS directions in silence.
I didn't argue anymore about how my mother's thirty million had been tied to a promise. I didn't hint, openly or subtly, that Czarina was not as simple as she seemed.
Even I hadn't realized it—he had stopped trusting me a long time ago.
Oliver seemed uncomfortable with my silence. He tried to act affectionately, holding Czarina close, pretending.
Czarina blushed. "Lydia... I swear I don't mean to take Oliver from you. I just... when my episodes hit, I forget everything. Seeing him reminds me of my late husband."
"When I have a child, I'll stay far away from you, so you'll have time to have one of your own."
I slowly let go of the steering wheel, placing my hand on my flat belly.
Here, I had already lost three children.