“Just one more question, dear,” Eugenia said, her tone still sweet but with a hint of curiosity. “Why are you here? Why did my husband bring you? Are you his mistress?”
Her question was met with a defeaning silence, heavy with implications. The garden seemed to grow colder as Ishtar faced her, trying to keep her composure.
"Pardon?"
Eugenia took a step closer, placing a hand protectively on her belly, to show off her pregnancy. Her eyes narrowed, and her voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. "I know women like you," she said, her words dripping with disdain. "Trying to reap where you did not sow. My husband is mine, and I won’t share him with anyone else. If I find out that you have anything to do with him, I will make your life miserable."She sneered, through gritted teeth.
"Eugenia!
