Half an hour later, Lilian walked into the ward, her face hidden behind a tight-fitting mask. She did not even bother to take it off before she started. "Miss Yvonne, are you all right?"
I looked at her calmly and replied, "Do you think a person is ever all right after a miscarriage?"
“Zara!”
“No need to shout. I’m not deaf.”
I turned to Lilian with a smile. “Miss Yates, you’re here to gloat, aren’t you? How pitiful I must look to you. I, a woman mired in scandal, freshly out of the hospital after a miscarriage. The father of her child in love with someone else, the man she loved serving her up to others just to please that very woman.”
I saw my own hollow reflection in her sharp, venomous gaze.
“In your mind, what should I be like? Collapsing into sobs, begging Luca not to abandon me? Mourning the child I lost? Watching you win, consumed by jealousy, then lashing out like a lunatic? And you, standing behind him, protected and perfect, watching a pathetic clown like me flailing in vain?”
“Did I get it right?”
Lilian’s face twisted in fury and she forced the words through clenched teeth. “Miss Yvonne, why do you always think everything revolves around me?”