Pride and Anger. Ophelia's Pov

Shin-ah just told me Lila was working in Leo's company. A pang of envy, hot and sharp, ran through me like poison in my veins.

"That bitch!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. Without thinking, I grabbed the glass cup in my hand and hurled it at the kitchen wall. It shattered instantly, the deep red wine splashing against the white tiles like fresh blood. My hands trembled as I pressed my fingers against my throbbing temple, pacing in tight circles, my breath ragged.

Last week, he took her on a date. Now, he had set up an office for her? An entire goddamn office? It should have been mine. All of it—his attention, his time, his resources. I was the one who was supposed to be by his side. I was supposed to be the one planning a wedding with him, not her.

Fury clawed at my chest, suffocating me. My vision blurred as I snatched my phone and dialed my mother. She picked up after the second ring.