Cattleya’s POV
"What the hell is she smiling about?" I muttered under my breath, closing the curtains with a heavy sigh of anger.
Was she smiling because something terrible had happened to me?
Of course, she might be.
After all, she was my husband's ex-fiancee, and that something must have made her day even happier.
I sat in my wheelchair, biting my lower lip.
Overthinking things like this wouldn't help; it would only worsen things.
I rolled the wheelchair to the side table, picked up my phone, and called my mom.
She answered quickly, her voice soft. "Oh, honey, what's wrong? You called? Do you want us to come there? Or do you want to be at the villa so I can take care of you?"
I shook my head and clicked my tongue. "No, Mom. I'm okay. I just miss you... Did Grandma call?"
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