This time, her face no longer bore an air of arrogance; instead, it was contorted with resentment.
"Yara, you don't actually think you've won, do you?"
"He's only being nice to you because he feels guilty. You know exactly who he spent the night of your birthday with."
She tried to read my expression, but to her disappointment, I remained completely calm.
"So what?"
She lost control. "Then do the right thing and leave voluntarily. For the sake of the years you spent together, I'll make sure Julian compensates you properly."
I smirked. "But I don't want a divorce."
Her face twisted in anger. "He doesn't love you!"
"Being the one who isn't loved makes you the 'other woman' here. Don't you get that?"
I took a sip of my coffee. "Really? Then tell me, how much does he actually love you
