“Does this seem fine to you?” she hissed; her voice barely contained. “Don’t think I don’t know that you asked Sylus to come here yesterday. Divorced, but still flirting with him, how shameless!”
I could not help but smile, a cold and cunning smile. “You are right that Sylus came here. But if you think I invited him, you are wrong.”
“Then why was he not happy after you left? He looked reluctant, almost sad. Do you know what he said to me when he came back? He asked me to postpone the wedding! Isn’t that strange, Lily?”
I tilted my head, meeting her gaze with amusement. “So, you doubt your fiancé now?”
“Of course not! Between the two of us, Sylus will always choose me.” She sneered, her voice dripping with venom. “Do you remember the pearl, Lily? I was the one who told Sylus to take it from your stomach.”
Hearing those words ignited a fire within me, a rage I could no longer suppress. My hands shot out, grabbing her by the neck.
Charlotte had been the one behind the very ordeal that had nearly taken my life, the one who convinced Sylus to tear the pearl from me. She even had the audacity to wear it around her neck.