Then she spotted my garden, bursting with lilies and irises. Her face lit up, barely hiding her smugness.
"My brother once promised to plant my favorite flowers. Can't believe he actually remembered."
I've always been the one tending to our garden.
Before Ethan, I'd never even planted a flower.
But soon after we married, he surprised me by building a flower bed, saying he loved irises and lilies.
Eager to please, I spent a whole day hunting for the perfect seedlings.
As the garden bloomed, I'd catch Ethan looking at it with an emotion I couldn't quite place.
"Gia, you're amazing. You're all I have now," he'd say.
It hit me then – with Mia gone, I was his everything.
"Gia, why so glum? My brother just planted these for me," she said, casually plucking a lily.
Her words felt like a slap, dismissing the bond Ethan and I shared.
But the Shane princess had me all wrong.
I'm not some fragile socialite easily rattled by mind games.
When she reached for an iris, I swatted her hand away.
"Didn't anyone teach you not to touch what isn't yours?"
Mia's sweet facade crumbled.
"This is my brother's house, which makes it mine. You're just his wife. How dare you hit me?" she shrieked.