Chapter Nineteen: Tell Them

The entire studio falls silent at Natasha’s words; I can feel their gazes on me, judging me, waiting for a comeback that should not come as Natasha spits her venom.

Some of the people in the audience shook their heads, others laughed, and some covered their mouths, appalled by my behaviour from her explanation as if they saw me act the way she described.

"What! Got nothing to say for yourself? Livy, you owe us an explanation. You have some nerve to pull the crap you did and then package it as ‘love ran out’!”

She adds with a vicious chuckle, causing murmurs to rise from the silent audience as they discuss me.

"The nerve of you! That man did everything for you; shame on you, Olivia! Or should I say, Miss Lawson!"

"You want an explanation? Okay, Natasha, but first tell them how you fucked my 'loving' husband while I was out shopping with his sick mother.”

I ask, and almost immediately, a sea of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ hushes over the audience.

“I-”

She begins, but it’s as if she hadn't