Nora emerged from her suite, her elegant stride halted by Layla's sudden appearance. Layla's eyes blazed with urgency, her face pale with anxiety.

"We need to talk," she said, her voice low and desperate.

Nora's expression was a masterclass in disdain, her lips curling into a sneer.

"Why should we talk?" she drawled, her voice dripping with boredom.

"Oh, seems your hubby isn't by your side anymore." Her laughter was a mocking taunt, a cruel jab at Layla's vulnerable state.

Layla's face ...