After all, Hera wasn't a saint, and it was hard not to be petty sometimes. But she only planned to settle her score with him.
"T-then... how are you planning to settle the score? You're not going to reject me right away, are you?" Rafael stuttered, his face turning as pale as a sheet of paper.
Hera rolled her eyes at him. Why would she throw away a perfect tool that was called 'male lead' that could change her fate into the trashcan, only to be picked up by the female lead? She wasn't stupid.
Hera knew she sounded like a villainess taking advantage of Rafael to achieve her goals, and she didn't intend to sugarcoat it. She acknowledged that what she was doing wasn't good, but reality is different from a fairytale. Life is a struggle, and sometimes, survival means using opportunities or people. What she was doing was simply trying to survive, not just for herself, but for all the lives connected to her.
