When the fifth pregnancy test also showed a negative result, I began to doubt myself.
Had I really been wrong all along? Was Rosy not pregnant? Then was Anthony just being a smartass to rub salt in my wounds?
The tenth test result was ready and I was so nervous that I didn't dare to look at it.
"Honey, closing your eyes like that. You're not trying to back out, are you?" Rosy's teasing voice forced me to look at the test. They were all negative.
My mouth twisted bitterly as I stared at my disheveled reflection in the mirror, unsure whether I felt relieved or disappointed.
The results proved everything was a joke and everyone was now staring at me.
Before I could speak, Rosy continued, "Alright, everyone, stop giving my husband that look. He knows he was wrong. I don't need an apology from him. Today's mess is all because of his petty nature, but he needs to apologize to Anthony."
She beckoned a waiter to clean up the mess in the private room, then ordered a case of fine wine for me to finish as compensation for hurting Anthony.
Anthony provoked me; shouldn't he be the one to pay the price? Why was she protecting him again?