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Moments later, Olivia entered the changing area behind me.

She scrutinized me from head to toe, her gaze filled with contempt and ridicule.

"Nathan sent me to assist you in choosing an outfit. We can't have you making him look bad later."

Her eyes darted to a section of the wardrobe, and she retrieved a scarlet gown, flinging it my way.

"Try this on."

The garment reached my ankles but left little to the imagination. Its bodice was supported by two delicate straps, with minimal fabric concealing my bosom.

My entire arms and back were uncovered, and the open design revealed the outline of my waist.

I remained still, but Olivia's lips twisted into a scornful grin.

"Emma, you don't really think Nathan still loves you, do you?"

She was very proud.

"I tell you, he never loves you anymore when you abandoned him and when you thought he was poor. He'll only hate you for the rest of his life."

"Now he's going to give you everything back. You're just our plaything."