The Unwanted Wife
Ava stayed in front of me protectively, ready to lunge if Zarina so much as blinked the wrong way.
Zarina took a step closer, smiling cruelly. "You think throwing him a party will change anything? You think it’ll make him love you again? You're even more pathetic than I thought. You’re delusional, Anastasia. He’s already moved on."
"Maybe," I said evenly. "Maybe he has. But I’m still his wife."
Zarina flinched, just a little, the word wife hitting exactly where I intended it to. Her eyes flashed with fury, her hands clenching into fists. She stepped even closer, so close I could see the tremble of rage in her shoulders.
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