There were no missed calls or messages from Rosy. Instead, the group chat with their little circle was lively, buzzing with endless new notifications. All were follow-up photos and videos of Jennifer and the others drinking and partying.
In the pictures, Anthony held up his bandaged arm, beaming with joy, while Rosy smiled as she wiped cream off his cheek. The tenderness in her eyes was unconcealed because I wasn't there.
Meanwhile, the group chat continued to buzz with a 60-second voice message. "Rosy, you always love drinking. Today you didn't touch a drop. Are you really pregnant?"
Rosy quickly denied it. "What nonsense! All the tests came back negative. Pregnant? Like hell!"
The others started to jeer and the atmosphere grew lively. "Oh, come on, your jealous husband isn't here and you're still being so tight-lipped? We all know about you and Anthony … "
"But let's be fair, this whole mess was Jennifer's stupid idea. Thankfully, it was a false alarm. Rosy, the baby in your belly is as resilient as Anthony!"
Anthony scrambled to defend himself. "I swear I didn't touch her! Stop spreading rumors, or her husband will kill me!"