"The pity is yours. Your little fantasy has crumbled to dust."
Confusion spread across the room. They didn’t understand.
Zora’s fury was unmistakable. Her forehead bulged with veins as she jabbed a trembling finger at me.
"What do you mean? Explain yourself!" she barked, her voice seething with venom.
I ignored her, turning my gaze to Anthony instead.
"I was never pregnant."
My voice was soft, but it echoed like a thunderclap in the silence.
"You're lying to me, aren’t you?" Anthony’s voice cracked with disbelief. His hands seized my shoulders, shaking me with desperation.
Zora darted forward, yanking him away with a vicious tug.
"Don’t touch her stomach!"
Then, her tone turning venomous, she said, "You fool. No wonder you were so easily fooled."
“She was simply weaving a lie, hoping for the bride price and a grand wedding.”
Anthony seemed to hear none of it, his expression hollow like his soul had been sucked into an abyss.
The shattering sound of porcelain broke the heavy silence.
Amelia leaped from her seat, fury blazing in her eyes. At last, the emotions she’d been bottling up exploded.