Jessica's POV
A cold smile curved across my lips, devoid of any warmth or genuine emotion. It was a twisted expression filled with mockery, bitterness, and every negative feeling I could muster.
"Things aren't progressing as planned, are they?" I asked, letting sarcasm drip from every word. "He's not paying attention to you? Completely ignoring your pathetic attempts?"
"Does that bring you satisfaction?" Bonita snarled back, her lips pulling back to reveal clenched teeth. It was refreshing to see her lose that perfectly crafted fake smile she always wore. I was genuinely savoring every second of her discomfort.
"Absolutely. Did you expect me to weep because my husband refuses to acknowledge your existence? Would you have shown such consideration if this involved Papa?"
"I wouldn't have given it a second thought," she replied without missing a beat, and my smile vanished completely.
