She looked at me, her eyes no longer filled with jealousy and resentment, only a calm serenity remained.
I silently handed her the high-quality Earl Grey tea I was holding, without saying a word.
She gently swirled the teacup in her hand, "There's something I think you should know. Your children, I wasn't responsible for that. It was Casper and your dear sister who did it together."
The teapot I had just picked up crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.
My mental breakdown was because I had been pregnant twice, but both ended in miscarriage.
At the time, I had my suspicions, but the pain of losing a child was so overwhelming that I didn't have time to investigate further. I only knew to blindly seek revenge.
Felicity, although jealous and competitive, wasn't inherently bad. She was just a spoiled little rich girl.