Perhaps it was because I knew that she was right that I couldn't quite find the words to respond to her taunting questions. Bradon wasn’t my husband and he probably didn't care about me enough for him to even consider me as his lover.
"You know what? I bet if I dress like you and talk like you and then climb into his bed, he probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. He'll definitely think that I'm you," she said confidently.
I watched as Diana let out a giggle at her own joke while I felt a burning sensation deep in my chest. It felt like I was about to be sick, and I couldn't understand the source of my discomfort. Even if I disliked Diana’s attitude and her idea, I was still surprised at the way that my body was reacting so strongly against the idea. I had no idea why I felt so hurt and disturbed as if I couldn't bear the thought of the two of them together. It just didn't make sense because I knew that logically that was where Diana belonged.