Delinda’s POV
As I stood by the window, my anger began to surge within me, fueled by the sight of Lorenzo and Mia engrossed in conversation. Unable to hear their words, my imagination ran wild, convinced that they were sharing intimate and affectionate sentiments based on the smiles adorning their faces.
Jealousy enveloped me, making it difficult to bear witness to the connection forming between Mia and Lorenzo. I resented how she had seemingly taken everything that was once mine, including Lorenzo's smiles that were once reserved solely for me. The feeling intensified as I considered the child she had given birth to, a constant reminder of their bond that I could never replicate. The bitterness clawed at my heart, infecting every thought and often consuming my every waking moment.
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