"If it isn't the boyfriend stealer," she scoffed, her tone laced with contempt.
I let out a resigned sigh, turning towards the fridge. I grabbed a glass jar of fresh orange juice and retrieved a glass from the cabinet.
"You're such a b***h since you returned, do you realize that?" she continued, her voice dripping with disdain. I poured the juice into my glass and took a slow, deliberate sip, choosing my words carefully. "No, I didn't know that, Begonia,"
Fury flashed in her eyes. "You are not taking Hayes from me. I swear it," she yelled, rising abruptly from her seat, a fierce glare aimed at me.
I met her gaze, unwavering. "Don't be insecure, honey. He's all yours. Honestly, I don't even like him; he's not my type."
Her next words were sharp and tinged with desperation. "Hayes and
