Nnenna's breath caught. "I don't understand… what does this have to do with me?" she asked, genuinely taken aback.
"Don't you dare pretend you don't know!" Cynthia scoffed, her eyes burning with accusation.
"Carl might not have loved me back all these years," Cynthia hissed, her voice trembling between rage and heartbreak, "but when you came into the picture almost two years ago… it sealed everything."
She gripped the knife tighter, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "In the past, I would serve him in the dining hall and just watch him eat, quiet, peaceful moments I cherished. But since you came into his life, it's been Nnenna this, Nnenna that, every breakfast, every lunch, every dinner. He wouldn't shut up about you!"
Nnenna's throat tightened, but she kept her expression calm, watching Cynthia unravel.
