The words hit me like a wrecking ball. I staggered back, bile rising in my throat. Proud. She sounded proud.
"What?" My voice was barely a whisper.
Lily placed a hand on her stomach, her smirk widening. "That’s right, sis. You’re going to be an aunt. Isn’t it wonderful?"
A cold chill ran down my spine. Jason’s child. The man who ignored me when I was sick. The man who never once took me to a doctor. The man who hadn’t even cared enough to ask why I was always exhausted. And my sister… carrying his child.
My mother smiled, as if this was wonderful news. "You should be happy for them. They’ll finally have the family Jason always wanted."
Noah, who had been quiet, tugged at my sleeve. His big, innocent eyes blinked up at me. “I like Aunt Lily too,” his voice filled with childlike hope. “If Daddy loves her, you should be happy, Mom. Plus, I want Aunt Lily to be my mom too!”
I couldn’t breathe.
The world blurred around me.
Lily's victorious smirk. Jason's blank indifference. My parents’ silent complicity. And my son—my baby—smiling up at me, completely unaware of the betrayal tearing me apart.
Before I lost control, I turned on my heel, gripping Noah’s small hand like a lifeline.