In her mind, it was all Sandra's fault—that scheming woman who'd stolen Jackie away.
Mikeia's gaze drifted casually around the room, but when she spotted Jackie placing food on Sandra's plate, her eyes darkened with something unreadable, fingers tightening imperceptibly around her chopsticks.
She reached over, depositing a preserved egg in Jackie's bowl with practiced grace. "Jac, you've always loved these, right?" she cooed.
"Mm. Thanks," Jackie responded, his voice a low rumble.
The meal churned in Sandra's gut. She wished she'd never overheard those words earlier—but she had. And now, seeing Mikeia here at the Champion estate, the change in the woman was undeniable.
The Mikeia she knew would never debase herself to curry favor. Yet the sweet, docile act she'd put on for Pamla? All
