Marga could feel her heart shake uncontrollably as she enters her room.
"He's the love of my life."
"... I don't think any man could compare to him."
"Ehh~ Doctor is elegant and loving."
"Aiya! Doctor only cares for me~ My heart is melting."
Those are the few lines she spouted in the dinner. For some reason, Marga felt insulted and her instincts tell her that Seraphina was provoking her by flaunting her man. Alas, it was all clouded with enviousness because those words, she could never speak as that man will never ever look at her more than his plaything.
"Why? Why her?!" she muttered through her gritted teeth. Her clenching hands as her long manicured nails dug on her palm almost made it bleed. The frustration and all her hidden grudges she couldn't conceal since she came back from the accident, resurfaced.
