It felt as if a rough rope had wrapped around my heart, tightening until the dull ache swallowed me whole.
From beginning to end, Zayn had only ever chosen Natalie. To him, I was nothing more than a dispensable joke.
Zayn’s brows furrowed tightly before he barked an order for the bodyguards to throw me out.
As I struggled to stand, a pair of high heels appeared before my eyes.
Natalie looked down at me with open disdain, the corners of her lips curling into a cruel smile.
“Weren’t you dying to know what happened to what was inside that box?” she asked sweetly.
I froze, forcing myself to breathe evenly.
The next second, Natalie lifted a clay figurine shaped like a pig and dangled it before me.
“Look,” she said, mockingly cheerful, “I used that to mold this little pig. Doesn’t it look just like your dead sister?"
My vision went red.
Natalie laughed, delighted by my reaction. “No need to thank me. I just thought I’d help restore your sister’s beauty, that’s all. Too bad I ran out of material halfway—otherwise, I could’ve made it look even more real.”
My whole body trembled with rage as I lunged to grab it, but Natalie easily dodged aside.