Her jaw tightens.
“You’re just jealous,” she snaps. “You probably can’t even give him more children at your age.”
I don’t address what she said. I simply arch a brow and let the silence stretch, letting it grow uncomfortable.
“Poor child,” I murmur, the honesty in my voice clear. “Because it’s going to have a mother likeyou, and a father who doesn’t even care that it exists.”
“You—”
“No,” I cut her off, my tone firm enough to make her take a step back. “Poor you, because you’re a woman without scruples or conscience. You lied to an innocent teenage girl just to step into a house where you were never welcome. You knew exactly what you were doing. The role you played in tearing apart the family of the same girl you just lied to.”
I take a step closer, my voice dropping, low and controlled despite everything burning inside me.
“At the end of the day, Colin is the only one who owed me respect, fidelity, loyalty, and consideration,” I continue. “But you’re far from naive or innocent.”
“You think I want Colin?” I say, disbelief threading through my voice. “You can have him.Allof him. The lies. The guilt. The sleepless nights. The version of himself he can’t live with.”
I hold her gaze.
“If that’s what you came here for, congratulations.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but I keep going.
“But let’s be honest. You didn’t come here asking for something for the sake of the child you claim is his. You came because you’re desperate. Because he doesn’t want you. Not really.”
I let my words sink in.
“And now that there’s no thrill of sneaking around, no stolen moments, no secrecy to make it exciting… what’s left?”
I tilt my head slightly, my gaze never leaving hers. “A man who barely recognizes himself. A relationship built on lies. And a woman who had to come to my door just to remind herself she won.”
For a moment, I say nothing. I simply watch her, unable to understand how people like her and Colin can be so selfish.
“So no, Maya. I don’t want Colin. But you clearly need him to want you, and that kind of need is almost pitiful. It reeks of desperation.”
Her face flushes, anger and humiliation colliding, something ugly stirring beneath the surface.
I take a slow step forward, my voice steady and cold.
“Now get out of my house.”
For a moment, she doesn’t move. Then, just as she turns toward the door, she stops. The look she gives me makes my stomach twist.
“Must run in the family,” she says, her tone suddenly light, almost mocking. “That littletalentfor stealing other women’s husbands.”
“I have no interest in listening to the meaningless things coming out of your mouth,” I say. “Get out of my house. And don’t come back.”
“Oh, but this you’ll want to hear.” She sneers, triumphant and venomous. “Colinpracticallyfell into my bed without me even trying that hard. Just like your father did with my mother.”
The words hit like a slap. I blink once, barely breathing.
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me.” Her chin lifts, a cruel satisfaction curving her mouth, the calm, poisonous pride of someone who’s been waiting for this very moment. “Your daddy and my mom were together. For almost a year.The perfect, happy couple.”
Everything inside me goes still. My mind refuses to accept it. He would never do that. Never.
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