Bella's jaw tightened, her grip on the plate of pastry growing firmer as she fought to keep her composure. She reminded her to stay calm, but every instinct in her body screamed for her to lash out, to defend herself.
Her pride was wounded, and the sting of Gina's words cut deep. She knew she couldn't leave without responding. Straightening her posture, she lifted her chin defiantly, meeting Gina's gaze with unwavering resolve.
"I'm exactly where I need to be. And nothing you say will change the fact that my husband loves me."
Gina's scoff was sharp and dismissive. "Love? Do you really believe that? Don't confuse his gratitude with love. We've grown up together, and I know him better than anyone. He pities you, that's all. He is mine, and eventually, he'll come back to me."
Bella felt a surge of amusement at Gina's delusion. "You've known him all your life, and yet you never won his heart. That's truly sad."
