Lyra's jaw dropped, and her lips parted in surprise. Her eyes locked on Piper, and she didn't believe her ears for a moment.
Her chest heaved as if she'd been winded. The room seemed to shrink before Lyra's eyes and Piper's words hung in the air like a challenge. "How dare you!" Lyra's voice trembled with rage.
Piper's lips curled upwards, her smile spreading like a slow-burn fire. "The truth hurts, doesn't it?" Piper taunted.
Lyra's hands instinctively cradled her belly, protectiveness surging through her. "You have no right to advise me about my child, you cheap w***e," Lyra spat.
Piper shrugged. "You are only afraid of the truth, Lyra. You are the cheap w***e here because I met him first."
Lyra's anger boiled over. She took a step closer to Piper. "You're evil," Lyra hissed. "You
