I quietly began packing my belongings, waiting for my immigration application to be approved so I could leave.
When Lindsay showed up again, I wasn't surprised, she was in a hurry to secure her position, after all. In a private booth, she stroked her belly, smugly declaring, "I'm pregnant with Matthew's child. It's a boy. You're just a barren old hen. If you're smart, you'll step aside now and save yourself the embarrassment later."
A pang shot through my chest and I felt my heart shatter into countless pieces.
Because of my health, I couldn't have children. Matthew had once held me and comforted me, saying he didn't like kids anyway, he only wanted me. But now, another woman carried his child and had the audacity to confront me.
My lips turned pale and I gripped the table tightly to steady myself, maintaining my composure and sneered, "Who gave a disgraceful mistress like you the confidence to challenge me face-to-face? Do you believe that if I tell Matthew right now, he'll make you vanish from the entertainment industry?"
"Disgraceful? Old woman, stop deceiving yourself," Lindsay sneered. "Come Saturday morning, you'll understand everything."