Olive's POV
I let out a breath which I wasn't aware I was holding, my heart thumping crazily against my chest.
I felt relieved that I wasn't seeing things in the office that day and indeed, it was Freya I had seen. But it also confirmed my worst fears. If Dave was working with Freya, then that spelt trouble for me.
Freya hated my guts, that much I knew. She wouldn't be trying to help me and my babies except if the help involved gaining something out of it or the sheer pleasure of making me suffer.
I paced around the room, constantly running my hands through my hair.
"What do I do?", I asked, my eyes fell on my sleeping babies. I couldn't let harm befall then, not by Dave and definitely not Freya.
The thought of packing my things and disappearing crossed my mind but except if I wante
