At that moment, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear. Her tone shifted, her voice low and dripping with venom, meant for only me to hear.
"You idiot, did you hear what everyone’s saying?" Jessica’s voice sliced through the low hum of conversation around us, sharp and deliberate. The cruel edge in her tone made my stomach churn, and the smirk on her lips only deepened the sting of her words.
"Do you really think dragging Scott to an event like this is going to help you hold on to being his wife?" she sneered, her voice thick with mockery.
She paused, letting her words settle in the air, the smirk on her face widening as if she were savoring the impact of each syllable. “Everyone here thinks you don’t deserve him. So, what are you going to do about that, huh?”
That was the final straw.
My patience snapped, and tears welled up in my eyes. I shoved her away—not hard, just enough to put some space between us. I didn’t want her so close to me.
But somehow, Jessica stumbled and fell to the ground, her graceful composure faltering just enough to make her look vulnerable. Her brows knit together slightly, as though she were trying to mask the pain.