"If it isn't the boyfriend stealer," she scoffed, her tone laced with contempt.

I let out a resigned sigh, turning towards the fridge. I grabbed a glass jar of fresh orange juice and retrieved a glass from the cabinet. 

"You're such a bitch since you returned, do you realize that?" she continued, her voice dripping with disdain. I poured the juice into my glass and took a slow, deliberate sip, choosing my words carefully. "No, I didn't know that, Begonia,"

Fury flashed in her eyes. "You are ...