The woman’s voice dripped with mocking amusement as she looked me up and down. “Oh, you actually made it,” she sneered. “I thought you’d give up by now. Guess you’re more persistent than we both thought you’d be.”
“Save the flattery,” I shot back, folding my arms. “I don’t know who you think you are, but Xaphen and I are happily married. If you’re here to ruin that, I’ll send you right back to wherever you came from.”
Her laughter was rich, layered with something cold and condescending. “Happy marriage?” She tilted her head, ticking her tongue in a way that sent a chill down my spine.
“Honey, the only happiness in your marriage is the one you imagine in your head. My baby, Xaphen, barely tolerates you. And if you don’t get pregnant by the end of the month… well, let’s just say the king
