She had just sat down in the gazebo when Maria appeared, her expression smug.
"Emily, don’t think you’ve won. All you have is the title of Nicholas’s wife, but deep down, he still loves me! You saw it for yourself at the restaurant that day."
"Is that so?" Emily raised an eyebrow, mockery flashing in her eyes. "Then why does he seem so indifferent toward you?"
Maria’s face twisted in anger. She gritted her teeth. "That’s only because we’ve had a little argument recently, but we’ll make up soon!"
"Oh, by the way," Maria added, her voice smug again, "do you know who gave you that red wine at the party? It was me. Nicholas found out I was behind it, but he didn’t blame me. In fact, he even helped me keep it a secret! So, no matter if you’re his wife now, he’ll always be on my side."
Maria had hoped to see anger or jealousy on Emily's face, but she was left disappointed. Throughout the entire exchange, Emily remained calm, her expression unreadable.