Viona's POV
After sipping her tea and hearing my irritated questions, she chuckled. Then it softened into quiet giggles, as if I and my words were nothing more than a joke meant to amuse her.
My chest tightened with a simmering annoyance I knew was pointless, yet I couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Excuse me. What's so funny?" I asked firmly.
"Ah… I'm sorry…" She kept giggling until tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. "No, I mean, yes. You are funny. Cute even. You're so tense. That's what makes it funnier."
"You're unbelievable." I snorted. "I have no intention of entertaining you or becoming friends with you. From the moment at the hospital, you disrespected me and clung to my husband like I wasn't even there. Then you talked as if you truly knew us. Knew me. Knew my relationship, like you were a part of it. Why is that? Do you like my husband? Do you want to snatch him from me?"
