Amelia's lips trembled ever so slightly.
There was zero subtlety in Anselme's words—just blunt insult, laced with a smirk that said he was enjoying the show.
She thought she'd built up a thick enough skin by now, but his tone still sent a chill down her spine.
Truth was, in their circle, no one ever really treated her like an equal. Not even Simon.
She stared back at Anselme, steeling herself, trying her best to keep her composure flawless.
"Homewrecker? What makes you say that?"
"You took Vivian' spot. I thought you had some self-awareness, Amelia, but clearly, I overestimated you."
Amelia let out a short laugh. "That's rich. If Simon still wanted Vivian, do you really think I'd even be here? Or are you implying I'm that powerful that I can control his decisions? He
