My head spun as his words crashed over me. It was like the floor beneath me had disappeared, leaving me free-falling into some endless pit. My stomach twisted with pain, but I forced myself to meet his gaze.
“Scott,” I said, my voice trembling but resolute, “do you see me as a child? Or as your wife?”
I took a shaky breath, my hands clenched at my sides as I added, “They all call Jessica your ‘lost love.’ Tell me the truth—is that true?”
I felt my chest tighten as I pushed forward. “Even if I’m not the smartest person in the room, even if I’m a fool, I know one thing: as your wife, I’m supposed to come first.”
For a moment, I saw a flicker of guilt cross Scott’s face, like a crack in his otherwise impenetrable wall. But before he could respond, someone else in the room gasped loudly.
“She… she’s bleeding!”
“Oh my God, is she pregnant?”
