Tristan rushed forward, dragging her into his arms.
“Listen to Daddy, stop being so stubborn.” He smiled like a helpless parent.
“Gareth, Cassie and I grew up together, even slept naked in the same bed. She’s never seen me as a man. Don’t make it a big deal.”
Then he shoved her back toward me as if he was magnanimous.
“Come on, just apologize to Gareth. You’re pregnant. Even if he doesn’t care, your friends do.”
One line, and suddenly every pair of eyes was filled with contempt—toward me.
Cassandra stiffened, lips trembling, but finally muttered,
“…It’s my fault, alright?”
My stomach turned. I couldn’t breathe.
Without a word, I left the room.
I hadn’t expected Cassandra to chase after me.
The woman who was usually silent now overflowed with complaints.
“Tristan is my best friend, and you’re jealous of that? What a lunatic!”
“You might as well tie me to your belt like a dog—you’d suspect anyone anyway!”
“Think! I’m pregnant. What could possibly happen between us? If there really was something, would he dare say it out loud?”
Something inside me snapped.
“Yes—you’re nothing. It’s all my fault for being such a loser!” I roared, trembling. “I’ve endured you for too long!”