"I told him, 'The kid's not going to make it anyway. Just wait for it to die. The wife will blame herself for not taking better care of it, and she'll feel like she owes you. So even if she finds out about us, you've got the perfect excuse: you were so heartbroken over losing the child that you looked for comfort somewhere else. What right would she have to blame you?'"
Every muscle in my body trembled. I fought to hold still.
"Besides, with that little brat gone, my son inherits everything."
"The wife's already wrecked her body working three jobs. Ruined her womb. No looks, no figure, can't even pop out another kid. What's she got to compete with me?"
Eve swung her legs idly and took a delicate sip of champagne.
I stared at her, unblinking.
"Aren't you afraid of karma?"
"Karma?" Eve threw her head back and howled with laughter, as if she'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Oh, sweetie, you don't even know. His marriage certificate with that woman? It's fake."
### Chapter 3
My head buzzed, and my entire body went numb.
"What? The marriage certificate is fake?"