Zara's face darkened with fury, her hands twitching at her sides. A sharp slap would have satisfied her, but she knew better than to cause a scene in front of so many eyes.
Riya was provoking her, clearly hoping to stir trouble, but Zara had no intention of giving her that satisfaction.
She steadied herself, swallowing the urge to beat her. "If Nathaniel wants to make amends, that's a good thing. After all, I am his wife. The mother of his son. Who else would he support, if not me?"
Riya blinked, taken aback. That wasn't the response she expected. She had come prepared for drama, anger, and violation. But what she got was Zara's cool indifference and confident composure, which unsettled her.
"When he helps you, it's called support," Zara continued. "But when it's me, it's called pity. Why the double standard?"
