I couldn’t hold back a sob. He heard it, turned away, and left—fully aware I had prepared dinner for us, despite everything he had done.
I knew I’d still do everything for him, hoping he’d love me. But now I am alone, forcing myself to eat through my tears. If Simond didn’t need me, our baby did. I have to eat, To pretend everything will be fine.
Then, amid the silence—heels clicking against the floor. A whistle followed.
“Another misery, my dear sister?” Tati’s voice rang out.
I averted my gaze. She clicked her tongue, clearly mocking me.
“Fix your face. You’re already ugly, and now your makeup is smeared all over. You look even worse,” she sneered, taking the seat meant for Simond. “Maybe stop using makeup altogether. You’re terrifying to look at.”
“R-really?”
She huffed. “Yes. Did he leave because he found you ugly? Or did he just not show up? Maybe he’s already with someone else. I told you to find someone on your level. Stop reaching for ours. Men like him will never take you seriously.”