Olivia's POV
I scoffed. What does Anita take me for, a fool? She thinks I've lost my memory, so I don't remember the kind of shitty person that she is? She really thinks I'll believe her? Heaven knows what she's planning, but whatever it is, it's never going to work.
"I don't know you, so why should I trust you?" I said, still pretending like I was suffering from memory loss.
Anita frowned and folded her arms. "You don't have to know me, Olivia… I'm a woman like you, and I know you'll go into heat tomorrow night, so this is me trying to reunite you with your husband," she said, sounding in a convincing tone.
What a terrible actress she was.
"I don't need your help. Gabriel said he's coming to pick me up, so I'll wait for him," I said and turned to walk away, but Anita grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop and look at her. My frown deepened—my patience was wearing thin.
"Alpha Gabriel isn't coming, Olivia. The triplets are keeping you here as a captive," she said.
