Natalie's POV:
I woke up early the next morning with swollen eyes. I couldn't stop crying after I watched the video of Olivia in front of the psychiatrist.
She was going through a lot but never mentioned it, and I ignored her and called her selfish, adding to her problems. It was my wedding, but I didn't even invite her. I am such a bad person.
After freshening up, I applied makeup to brighten my face before walking downstairs. I spotted Coyle in the kitchen making breakfast; he was such a great cook, and that's why he didn't have a housemaid.
"Uhm, good morning," I said embarrassingly because he had caught me crying last night and I had to pretend I was having a bad dream.
"Hm," he nodded like I wasn't present; I was getting used to his short replies.
"I am going to see Olivia," I added, and he nodded while washing some tomatoes.
