Scott scoffed and lit a cigarette, ignoring my pregnancy. “Yvette, we’re adults. Don’t make this ugly. Barbara is pregnant with a son. I have to give them proper status. You don’t even know what you’re carrying. If it’s a girl, I’d be at a loss.”
“Bastard!” the little devil in my belly cursed. “Mom, ignore him. That idiot doesn’t know the mistress’s baby isn’t his; it’s the fitness instructor’s!”
I almost laughed out loud. I quickly lowered my head and covered my face, my shoulders shaking. To Scott, it looked like I was sobbing.
“Fine. I’ll sign.” I looked up, tears streaking my face but resolve in my eyes. “But I have one condition.”
Scott frowned and looked at me warily. “You want money? Let me tell you, the company has no cash right now. I’m deep in debt.”
“I don’t want money,” I cut in sadly. “I just want my clothes and personal things. I want nothing from this house, only to cut all ties with you.”
Scott was stunned, clearly not expecting me to agree so easily. A flash of joy crossed his eyes before he hid it.
“Fine. You know what’s best for you. Pack your things and leave tonight. We’ll go to the City Hall first thing tomorrow.”