Sylvie stood up, dressed head to toe in the latest designer couture.
Her expensive appearance made me look like some village bumpkin.
I just smiled, swallowed my bitterness, and said, “It’s okay. Just happened to be nearby and thought I’d drop by. Since you’re busy, I’ll head out.”
Monty must’ve thought I was upset—he chased after me, trying to explain.
“Verity, don’t overthink it. Sylvie’s pregnant too. I just wanted to ask her for advice so I could take better care of you.”
Seeing how worried he looked for me—honestly, I almost laughed.
To protect Sylvie, he broke all his principles.
Even threw away his own marriage.
‘If he already got what he wanted, then who’s he still pretending for?’
Verity's POV
“Don’t worry. What’s in the past is in the past. Didn’t you say it was all just a misunderstanding? I’m not that petty.
“You two talk. I’ll head home and wait for you.”
He let out a sigh of relief and escorted me to the car.
On the way, his buddies from the police department looked at me with sympathy in their eyes.
I ignored them, got in the car, and booked an abortion appointment for two days later on my phone.