Carmen clenched her fists, her anger bubbling just beneath the surface. She could feel the blood rushing to her face, and every part of her wanted to slap that smug look off Isabella’s face, but she knew she couldn’t afford to lose control, at least, not yet. Her fingers twitched at her side, her nails digging into her palms. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm, despite the fire burning in her chest.
Isabella, sensing Carmen's struggle, smiled coldly and continued, “And let’s cut the crap, Carmen. I know you’re pregnant. But we both know it’s not Enrico’s child, so you can drop the act. Do you think I’m stupid enough to fall for this? You think I don’t know you’re just trying to buy more time in his life?”
Carmen’s eyes flared for a moment, the insult cutting deep. She
