"Husband?" Siara scoffed, crossing her arms. She walked closed to her, "Do you think Michael really loves you?He just loves that face of yours who is the same as his first love." Siara said laughing.
Hearing her words Sara chuckled,"I feel pity for you, you are the same as that idiom says, barking dogs seldom bite. You are the same as the dog who can only bark but can't bite." Sara's words were slapped on her face.
"Bitch, who are you calling a dog." Siara flung up her hand to slap her in fury. Sara grabbed her hand before she could even touch her hair.
"Thanks for calling me a bitch, bitches can still be a queen, and have the dog she wants, and as always dogs will be loyal to her, but for a witch like you, will always have an evil ending like those fairytales." Sara said, letting go of her hand.
"You…" Siara was about to say, when Sara started crying holding her belly. "It hurts." Sara cried.
