[Next Morning]
A heavy silence settled between the two women, their gazes locked in a tense standoff.
Agnes's manicured fingers curled around the edges of her designer handbag, her knuckles turning white. At last, she broke the silence.
"I never thought you'd have the nerve to text me after ruining my life with your little stunt, Winter," Agnes spat, leaning forward, her voice dripping with venom.
Winter remained composed, crossing her legs with a calm, almost regal poise. "Ruined your life? Or exposed the truth? There's a difference."
Agnes's face twisted with fury. "Truth? That's what you call it? You made me look like a cheat—a desperate sister who stole her sibling's boyfriend. I've lost everything because of you!"
A faint, humorless smile tugged at Winter's lips. "Lost everything? Or lost the illusion you so carefully built around yourself? Don't play the victim, Agnes. Not when you went after Eric knowing exactly who he was to me."
