As soon as the door closed, Karina could no longer hold back her anger.
She furiously swept the water glass off the nightstand, sending shards of glass scattering everywhere.
Gritting her teeth, she muttered under her breath, "That b***h! It's all because of that b***h!"
Why could that lowly Larissa get close to Patrick while she, his rightful wife, remained shut out?
Just then, her phone rang—it was her mother, Giselle.
"Mom..." Karina said tearfully, "Patrick wants us to sleep in separate rooms. He... he would rather touch that b***h than me!"
"You i***t!" Giselle's voice rose sharply. "This is a critical moment with the baby. Can't you just hold it together? If you keep this up, you'll make Patrick suspicious!"
"But..."
"The most important thing now is keeping that baby safe!"
