"Hump! Lilith…" Lia muttered under her breath, biting her lower lip so hard it almost bled. She turned her face away on the hospital bed, eyes wide open now, filled with silent rage. "Rayan was still thinking about you… even while I was crying… even while I said I was in pain," she whispered to herself, her voice shaking. "He never looked at me the way he used to… never touched me like he cared, he only care about baby. But when you walked into that café… he froze. He stared like he'd seen the moon fall down."
Tears slipped down her cheeks, but her expression twisted—not from sadness. From hatred.
"I hate you, Lilith…" she whispered, trembling. "You took everything from me. You were supposed to be gone. You were supposed to be broken… forgotten. Why did you come back stronger? More beautiful? More powerful?"
Her hands clutched the hospital blanket so tightly that her knuckles turned pale.
