In the dim light of Melissa’s lavish bedroom, the air was filled with the scent of expensive candles and of course, her harsh cologne.

Melissa sat at her vanity, brushing her long hair with angry strokes. Sarah stood behind her, whispering the details of what she had seen in the nursery a while ago.

"He brought her tea, you say?" Melissa asked, her voice dangerously low. "And she held his hand?"

"Yes, Miss Melissa. They looked... very close. Like they had a secret. One wouldn't fail to mistake it as two people in love.”

Melissa’s reflection smiled in the mirror, but it wasn't a happy look. It was the look...