Chapter 112

OLIVIA’S POV The sound of the slap still echoed in the boutique like a thunderclap, startling the few customers and attendants nearby into stunned silence. Evelyn's head had snapped to the side, her perfectly contoured cheek now stained with the vivid outline of my hand. I didn’t regret it. Not even for a second. She slowly turned back to face me, eyes wide in disbelief, lips parted as if still trying to process what had just happened. But before she could hiss out whatever venomous comeback she had brewing, a voice cut through the silence like a blade. Evelyn stood there, cradling her cheek, a perfect picture of victimhood in a designer coat and smudged mascara. "Did you all see that?!" she cried, voice rising theatrically as she turned to the few customers frozen nearby. "She hit me! Just attacked me out of nowhere!" She stumbled a step backward, deliberately into the center of the boutique floor, drawing as much attention as she could. “This is abuse! You’re all witnesses!” A middle