Sabrina rose to her feet, adjusted her purse, and smiled.

“Maybe I did you a favor. Because he’ll always come back to me, he’ll always knock on my door. And I—like I always have—won’t stop him from coming in. While you refused to sleep with him, refused to give him a child, I was the one satisfying him. Especially during your little trip to the United States. I’m the one who gave him the heir he always dreamed of. Honestly, I should applaud you… for accepting such humiliation,” she said, her sarcasm dripping like venom.

“And I applaud you for being so starved for affection that you’ve settled for being the other woman.”

Zoe’s smile was cold as ice as she lifted her hand and displayed her wedding ring. “Because, even if it was out of convenience, I—the poor, hardworking girl—am the one he chose to carry his last name. I’m Mrs. Ferraz, not you. Good night, sweetheart.”

With her chin high, Zoe watched Sabrina leave. Only then did she close her eyes and let the world collapse on her for a