CAMILLE POVThe second I turned, my stomach twisted.There she was … Drake’s grandmother.The smirk tugging at her wrinkled makeup lips wasn’t the warm, cookie-baking kind. No. This one dripped venom, the kind only someone who’s been waiting to stab you in the back for years could manage. Her eyes pinned me like I was some dirty speck she couldn’t wait to scrub off her spotless floor.“I knew it,” she hissed, her voice low but sharp enough to slice through the silence. “You whore. You seduced my son, and now you’re carrying a bastard.”My jaw clenched, but I stayed still, letting her walk toward me. Her brows arched high in fake pity as her gaze raked me from head to toe…. slow, deliberate, judging every inch.“First, it was your friend,” she said, her tone dripping with disgust. “Now it’s you? I could manage Isabella, but you…” Her lips curled. “You dirty hag? Never. Better trash that bastard in your tummy because I definitely know it’s not for my son.”For a moment, I almost laughed
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