"Oh, rest assured. How could I bear to let him die? He's going to be the father of my child—my husband. Do you really think I'd just let him die?"
Vivian Yates grew more animated as she spoke. "Annabelle Linton, it must be awful, watching your husband sleep with another woman. What do you think? Maybe we'll even have a baby after tonight?"
"Hahahaha! Annabelle Linton, I'm serious. I hate you so, so much. Ever since we were kids, you've been better than me at everything. You're beautiful, you come from a good family, and everyone adores you. So many people like you! Sure, you didn't have a mother's love, and maybe you missed out on that kind of family affection, but you had everything else. Especially your friends—they're not the kind of people someone ordinary could ever hope to meet."
