“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” Bethany asked.

“No. I think I’m kind and you’re cruel.”

“Oh, please, you saved me. Andrei is an old fossil. If you think I can’t have him again, you’re wrong. I can. Men are so easy. They like pretty women, Aurora.” She scoffed. “But then, you wouldn’t have the first clue about that. You’re the pity fuck. The one who was given away by her own family because they couldn’t stand to send their special one. No wonder you and my sister get along. She’s a monstrosity.”

“You tried to ruin your sister’s day.” I turned to look at Bethany. “And you failed. Go away. No one wants a spiteful bitch.”

Bethany smiled. “Let’s see what you’re saying when your husband can’t get enough of me.”

She spun on her heel and left.

My hands clenched into fists. Deep in my heart, I knew she was a nasty piece of work. The way she flirted with Slavik drove a pain deep and sharp into my heart, making me feel sick.

Tears filled my eyes and I tried to hold them in. There was no reason to cry. So she said some horrible things. They were the truth.

This was my life, all my life. Second best. Hated. Pushed aside. Forgotten. Unloved. I glanced down at my hands, trying not to let the emotion overwhelm me.

It was too much.

I felt like I was drowning.

Why did I feel this way?

These were not new feelings but old ones.

Slavik stood up, and I watched with horror as he escorted Bethany onto the dance floor.

Sinking my teeth into my lip, I couldn’t stand it. Turning on my heel, I headed off the dance floor, going straight to the gardens out back. There was a small patio area and while we’d been inside, rain had started to fall thick and fast.

My stomach recoiled. I put a hand on my stomach as my eyes swam with tears. I was going to be sick.

Gripping the edge of the rail, overlooking the garden, the rawness of the stone bit into my fingertips.

I closed my eyes, the first droplets of tears spilling out.

“Don’t,” I said.

I took deep breaths, but it was no good. They opened a flood of pain. This was not the time or the place to be crying, but I couldn’t stop them. I sobbed into the air, slowly sinking down to my knees, still holding on to the stone, trying not to let anything get to me, but it was no good.

This … hurt.

Slavik’s arms around Bethany. Slavik being inside her. If what she said was true, would he fall for her charms?

Arms surrounded me, and I gasped.

“I’ve got you,” Ivan said.

This scared the crap out of me, and I scrambled out of his arms, keeping my back to him, trying to hide my tears.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. This was … a nightmare.