Riya stood still, silent, her gaze locked on Zara. But beneath that calm façade, her chest burned with resentment. 'Just wait,' she comforted herself. 'Zara will be gone soon. It's only a matter of time.'
Zara didn't want to argue with this woman. She turned her back and clasped Zane's hand. "Come on, Zane. Let's play." She led him to the other side of the room.
But Zane was still hurt. He couldn't forget what his aunt had just said. His innocent eyes were dimmed with doubts and questions.
"Mommy, why did Aunt say that? Will Daddy stop playing with me once I have a baby sister or brother? Won't he love me anymore?"
Zara froze. The sight of his dimmed eyes hurt more than any insult ever could. At the same time, fury rose like fire in her veins.
Riya had dared to plant doubt inside this little boy's heart. All for the cruel satisfaction of provoking her.
No.
Zara's resolve steeled. She would never let Riya's poison seep into her family.
