Davina's POV
"What are you talking about, Mom?" My eyebrows drew together in complete shock.
Mom didn't even blink. She crossed her arms, her voice turning ice-cold. "I just hope you're not stupid enough to think he'll actually marry you."
For a heartbeat, I could only stare at her.
I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.
Her words cut straight through the tender spot where I'd been keeping my dreams alive.
"You're nothing more than his latest plaything, Davina. And like I said—the second he gets tired? He'll toss you aside. Just like that."
My chest felt like it was on fire.
It wasn't just what she said. It was how she said it. So sure of herself. So cold. Like she was stating facts.
"I can't believe you're saying this," I whispered, my head shaking slowly. "He's not like that."
