The bright summer sun pierced through the arched glass windows, casting harsh light into the elegant salon. Despite the room’s delicate cream-colored decor, the air felt thick and oppressive, like a barnyard in the rainy season. It was as if everyone had scattered their deepest secrets across the floor—secrets they had once guarded fiercely.
Though she was partly to blame for the chaos, Ingrid felt an unwarranted sense of humiliation, as though she had been paraded naked in the town square. The intense green eyes fixed on her only deepened her discomfort. Her lips curled into a sneer at Liliette, who stood with her fists clenched.
“I was wondering how long you’d stay silent while I insulted your beloved husband. Clinging to a man with a barren heart will only leave you withered and dead. Even now, you stand there, defending him like a loyal pet. I can see that his despair has started to consume you as well.”
However, she failed to grasp the depth of Liliette’s indignation.
