A slight pause. "You're trespassing." Amira let out a short laugh. Like he had just told a joke. Private property. For a fleeting second, something flickered in her eyes. A thought she didn't dare voice.
If I hadn't changed the will… But it passed. Quickly replaced by something sharper. Meaner. "Oh, please," she said, her tone dripping with mockery. "So this is what we're doing now?" She tilted her head slightly, studying him.
"Playing house?" Julian didn't react. "So tell me something," Amira continued, her voice rising just enough to carry. "How does it feel?" A slow smile formed. Cruel.
"Watching your wife carry another man's child." Silence. From behind the tall flowers. Amara had stepped out. Not enough to be seen. But enough to hear. Every word.
"It must be painful," Amira pressed on. "How do you do it?" She took a step closer to the gate. "Let me guess…" she added, her eyes narrowing. "You're waiting for the DNA test, right?"
