"L-Leo… why are you siding with an outsider?" Silvia stammered, her eyes reddening. Humiliation burned through her; Leo's words felt like a slap to the face in front of Hera.
"I'm just stating facts. And stop spreading these misleading claims. I'm afraid my real fiancée would mind if she heard this…" Leo's gaze flickered briefly toward Hera, worry in his eyes, before he looked away.
Silvia's stomach sank. She had believed she could quietly replace the true Avery heiress without Leo realizing, but now, even he knew she wasn't the real one. It was as if she had been struck again, harder this time. Still, she refused to give up so easily. Hatred bubbled inside her as her glare locked on Hera.
Silvia strode to the door, teeth clenched, and hurled the fruit knife to the floor along with the half-peeled apple. Under her breath, she hissed, "Don't think you've won. If I don't get what I want, then no one will…"
