Kieran had said he'd booked his physical at the biggest hospital in Ridgeport. The examining physician had been the deputy director.
That was Marilyn James's hospital. Marilyn James was the deputy director.
The realization hit like ice water. I squeezed my eyes shut, terrified they'd notice I was awake.
Marilyn let out a cold scoff, seemingly unbothered by her daughter's fretting.
"I've been slipping it to him as vitamins. He's probably too busy with work to notice the occasional missed dose."
"It doesn't matter. After this, Kieran will definitely divorce that little tramp. Once you two are married, he won't need the pills anymore."
"You should be grateful for those pills. Three years without a pregnancy. If it weren't for them, Kieran would've been so wrapped up in that woman he'd never have spared you a single glance."
I couldn't see Paula's face, but her voice took on a wheedling, almost coy tone.
"It's my own fault, Mom. I just had to go study abroad. By the time I came back, he was already with that tramp."
"But I have the best mom in the whole world. I owe it all to you."