“They turned you into a servant in your own marriage. Isn’t that embarrassing? Even the staff in that house probably have more value than you.”
The taller one stepped closer, his expression twisting into something colder.
“And that’s not all,” he added, voice laced with cruel satisfaction. “Word is Violet’s carrying his child now... while you’ll be the one taking care of it when it’s born.”
He let out a humorless laugh.
“Honestly... you should hide your face. Everyone already knows what you are. If Vincenzo doesn’t give a damn about you... why should we?”
The rumors about Violet’s pregnancy had been circulating for days—passed between trainees like currency.
But hearing it said out loud—
It cut.
Sharp. Immediate.
A pain I couldn’t control.
Still, I didn’t step back.
Didn’t falter.
Didn’t give them what they wanted.
Instead, I straightened. Just enough.
Then I stepped forward, swallowing the pain, forcing my expression into something cold.
“Why are you pushing her into a blind corner?” I asked, nodding toward the girl without breaking eye contact. “Away from the cameras.”
The shorter one let out a low, mocking smirk. “How’s that your business?”
I held his gaze.
Steady.
“Bullying isn’t allowed here,” I said evenly. “If you’re trying to intimidate her, I’m not going to stand by and watch.”
The taller one shifted slightly—his posture loosening like he had just decided I was no longer a threat worth respecting.
His name patch read ENZO.
He slid one hand into the pocket of his uniform jacket, the movement deliberate—like he was reaching for something he didn’t mind using.
“Since you’re so eager to play savior,” he said, voice laced with quiet amusement, “why don’t you come stand in the corner with us?”
A slow, deliberate step forward.
“Let’s see how tough the boss’s neglected wife really is.”
My jaw tightened—but only for a second.
I let my gaze flick to the girl.
She stood pressed to the wall, shoulders drawn inward, like she was trying to disappear into the stone behind her.
Her eyes were glossy with fear.
