So she had ended it.
She had gone through surgery.
And somehow, she was standing here.
Taunting me.
“The procedure was done the moment I heard Romeo was back. He must not know I’m pregnant—not when I haven’t even managed to get him into bed yet.” She continued casually, as if she were discussing something insignificant. “Trust me, my body is still fragile. I’m still healing. I’m still bleeding.”
She tilted her head.
“So if you lose control and hit me, I could bleed out right here on this floor.”
Her smile became sharper.
“And guess who everyone would blame?”
My jaw tightened.
I hated her.
I hated the way she used every weakness she could find.
But as furious as I was, I wasn’t reckless.
Throwing something at her, attacking her, doing anything that could put her condition at risk would only give her exactly what she wanted.
This woman was supposed to be recovering.
Instead, she had come here to provoke me.
“So what do you want?” I asked through clenched teeth.
Before she could answer, Romeo’s voice echoed from somewhere outside the room.
“Yarina!”
Her expression changed instantly.
Something dangerous flashed in her eyes.
Then, before I could react, her hand moved.
A knife appeared.
My blood turned cold. “What are you doing?”
She closed the distance and lifted the knife slightly, voice dripping with poison.
“I watched the camera footage. Four months ago. You and Romeo. On the dining table. Fucking like animals in our house.”
Heat flooded my face.
“You disgusting whore. You attacked me, injured me, then seduced him while I was still bleeding. And now that belly? You’re already pregnant.” She stepped closer, hatred twisting her features.
“You think a child will keep him tied to you? That you’ll finally steal my man for good? I see right through you. That was always the plan.”
“You’ve gone insane. Drop that knife.” My voice trembled, but I refused to step back.