Amelia sat with her arms folded tightly, glaring at Nadia as they shared a tense moment at the café.

The air between them crackled with tension. Amelia had just finished her harsh words about Julia, and the frustration she carried was weighing on her.

"I didn’t take anyone’s husband, Nadia," Amelia scoffed, her voice dripping with disgust. "I mean, he clearly got disgusted by her and wanted me. It isn’t my fault I’m this beautiful.”

Nadia looked at Amelia, her friend for years, and felt a strange discomfort creeping into her chest.

Her mind flashed back to a conversation they had once had when they were outside the city a...