"What nonsense are you talking about, Lily?" Rita snapped, the sharpness of her voice slicing through the low murmur of the café and drawing a few curious glances from nearby tables. But she didn't care.
Lily's gaze didn't flinch. Calmly, she lifted her cup, took a slow sip, and set it back down as if she hadn't just shattered the fragile bridge between them.
"It's not nonsense," Lily replied coolly. "I just thought you should know — your husband is already thinking about divorcing you. And you fear it's because of me. That's why you're here, trying so hard to convince me how perfect the two of you are."
Rita's face paled, her breath catching in her throat as Lily's sharp, knowing smile pierced straight through her defenses.
