Her words stung, each syllable like a needle in my chest, but I held steady. I clenched my fists, letting my anger fuel me instead of weaken me. “You think you’ve won just because you managed to steal what wasn’t yours?” I said, my voice trembling with barely restrained fury. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Amara. Men like Jaxon—they betray everyone. One day, they’ll betray you too.”
Her smirk vanished, and for a split second, her confidence wavered. But then her face twisted into something dark, something bitter. She stepped closer, her voice lowering into a venomous whisper. “You’re just bitter, Luna,” she spat. “Face it. You weren’t enough for him. That’s why he came to me. He wanted someone… better.”
I took a step forward, matching her cold gaze. “You’re delusional if you think he’ll stay faithful to you,” I snapped, my voice rising with each word. “You’re just his latest thrill. Eventually, he’ll get bored, and you’ll be left with nothing—just like the others. And don't you think I didn't know your motive? I've had you checked, a whore and a liar."
"You bitch!"