THIRD PERSON'S POV (NARRATOR'S POV CONTINUATION)
"At least he chose me..." Sibil snapped. "He married me. Not his pity case. Not his rebound."
Aria didn’t flinch. "He married you while still texting me at midnight. Still asking for closure. Want me to keep going?"
Sibil’s eyes flared. "You were always a mess. Broken and moody and clingy. No wonder you lost him."
"And yet here you are" Aria muttered. "Still fighting ghosts, it must be exhausting."
"Oh, honey..." Sibil leaned forward, voice venomous now. "You think I care?"
"Clearly, you do.." Aria shot back. "You don’t see me clinging to the past—"
"You don’t have a past..." Sibil snapped. "You don’t have anything. Not even a child"
Aria froze.
Sibil smiled slowly, leaning in close. "It’s a good thing you lost that baby.." she whis
