Tears streamed down my face as I threw paper money into the fire pot, my hands shaking uncontrollably. Ten years of marriage and this was what it all came to. A joke. A cruel, twisted joke.
Just then, a foot struck the fire pot, sending embers flying. Sparks seared my skin, making me flinch in pain. Sophia stood before me, her lips curled into a victorious smile.
"Carol," she drawled, her voice laced with mockery. "Did you enjoy watching Willy and me have our fun? Even if you burn a mountain of paper money, your short-lived little brat will never come back."
I gritted my teeth, fists clenched at my sides, but she wasn’t finished yet. She took a slow step forward, her eyes gleaming with cruelty.
"You know, if you had just stayed barren, I wouldn’t have even bothered with you. But you had the audacity to have a child with Willy? That was your first mistake. No one—no one—will ever take a single cent away from my son."