Cynthia stood there, pale and vomiting. She didn't understand why she was reacting so strongly to what had happened between them, to the point of physically throwing up.
She had known all along about their relationship, but she had never reacted like this before. She bitterly curled her lips, realizing just how deeply she was affected. Perhaps it was because she loved him so much that she cared so intensely.
But now, with the mistress and child coming to her door, wasn't it time for her to step aside? Anyone could tell that Lucca had already confirmed her pregnancy, and was deliberately stirring things up.
Finally managing to suppress the nauseating feeling in her stomach, Cynthia turned on the faucet to wash her face, trying to clear her mind before walking out of the bathroom.
Seeing her disheveled state, Lucca's smile deepened. She stood up, facing her directly, and said with a hint of malice,
