“As far as I know, you love Reynolds dearly. Now, why would I trust your words?” asked Scovia
“Love? I’ve never loved him one bit, I’ve always been jealous of you. So I wanted to get whatever was yours. I knew you loved him, but I was sure he never loved you one bit. You were naïve. However, I could see through him.
I wanted to keep him away from you because I knew well that he was after something you possessed,” Kallen’s words cut through the tense air.
“So, should I thank you for saving my life?” Scovia questioned, searching for any truth in her sister’s cruel intentions.
Kallen smirked, a twisted sense of satisfaction playing on her lips. “Who said I saved you? I was protecting our family. I knew if you were to marry him, it would have been the end of our family. I stole your man, saved our family, and hurt you. It was a win-win for me.”
“Then Should I thank you then for collecting the trash for me?” Scovia’s voice was heavy with sorrow and disappointment.