"There's no point in crying now," Sylvia said, her gaze fixed on Orabela. "You made a foolish mistake. Lucius isn't just any man; he's always one step ahead," she added, setting her phone on the small table with the speaker turned on.
Orabela choked back her tears, her voice quivering. "What am I supposed to do now? Everyone's turned against me, and Layla has taken everything," she said, wiping her tear-streaked cheeks.
"Do nothing," Sylvia advised calmly. "You can't let your jealousy show in a way that rises suspicion. Instead, play it the other way."
Orabela's brows knitted as she rubbed her eyes. "What do you mean?" she asked, confusion clouding her face.
