Leila's artificial nail was dug into her wrist as she fumed angrily into Marco's apartment.
She felt as if the humiliation Aria put her through still clung to her like a second skin.
How can Aria, an ordinary waitress humiliate her and go scot free?
She still finds it hard to believe that it was the same Aria she knew who was so meek and the name of Marco scares her.
She wondered the kind of person Aria is married to that can afford a black card.
‘She must have used her pregnancy as a leverage to keep whoever it is and moreover she must be married to an old man.’ Leila scoffed loudly at the thought.
Her car was parked in the parking lot, and she made her way to Marco's front door.
She unlocked the door with the spare key given to her by Marco.
Leila’s steps slowed the moment she pu
