"Tilda, you really are pathetic. You already know I'm Harrison's wife, and you still thought you could go through with the wedding?"
"So what if his mother doesn't like me? She can fight it all she wants. Harrison still married me."
"Tomorrow's wedding? It'll be mine. And Harrison will only ever be my man."
"You're going to be the homewrecker everyone spits on."
"And don't bother dreaming that he'll divorce me and marry you in three years, because..."
She placed a hand on her stomach, her smile dripping with triumph.
"This baby is his flesh and blood."
I lowered my eyes to hide the tears that surged up without warning.
So Harrison really had betrayed me.
And he'd treated me like a fool, telling me to wait another three years.
I did the math. The baby in Claudia's belly would have been conceived the night Harrison didn't come home.
That was the first time he'd ever forgotten my birthday. He said he was out entertaining clients.
The next morning, he came back full of apologies.
And proposed to me.
Said he wanted to give me a fairy-tale wedding.
I'd waited eight years for that moment.
The joy crushed every last shred of unease in my heart.