"Enough. You look like we tortured you." His jaw tightened. "Someone get a wheelchair. Move her to the general ward."
Ruth's head snapped up.
"Cyril!" Her eyes went wide with disbelief. "This woman cheated on you. In ancient times, adulteresses were drowned in pig cages! She should crawl out of here—let the whole hospital see what a shameless whore looks like. Let them see what happens when you betray a Sanchez."
"But she just had surgery—"
"Are you seriously defending her right now?" Ruth's voice pitched higher, cracking with accusation. "Her and her bastard?"
Tears welled in her eyes, perfectly on cue.
Cyril exhaled slowly.
And when he looked at her, his gaze softened into something unbearably tender.
"Fine, fine, fine. You're the Sanchez family's precious little princess, the only treasure in your brother's heart. Whatever you say goes."
Ruth let out a satisfied hum.
She sauntered ahead of me, clapping her hands as she broadcast my so-called "affair" to anyone within earshot.
"Everyone, come look! This shameless woman cheated on my brother and still expected him to raise another man's child! A cheap, worthless tramp—watch your husbands around her, or she'll sink her claws into them too!"