Chapter 39. The Voice

Becca's POV

Our shopping plans have turned into a complete fiasco, thanks to Marelva.

We left the boutique and drove away in our car. Out of sheer rage, Zane hit the steering wheel hard, his eyes blazing with anger.

"There's always a little devil in paradise," he hissed, his voice thick with anger. "Please don't let her intimidate you, babe. She's bent on driving us apart. Some people just can't bear that others have more success in life."

His jaw is clenched, and his knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel.

I nodded, but I'm still not completely settled with this issue.

"She's not going to win, do you hear me? We won't let her poison what we have." His words are fierce, but beneath the rage, I sense a deep fear of losing what we've built together.

I reached out and placed my hand on his, trying to offer some comfort.

"I know, Zane. I just... I hate that she's trying to do this," I replied. "But if the baby i