Years back, I'd sold my first comic's exclusive rights to a company under James's name.
Maybe James really was smitten with Lily, since he brought her along to work.
That was why I bumped into her once I got into the office.
The moment she saw me, she apologized, "Gracy, I had no idea you drew that. James never told me."
"Don't mind the netizens. They just spin tales. I'm not your muse. They're blowing it out of proportion."
Before I could respond, she grabbed my arm, faking closeness,
"Good thing James is with you. I'd worry if it were anyone else."
"Got time soon? The professor keeps asking about you."
I twisted the ring on my finger, "I'll visit when I can."
"You're right, you're not the muse. I'll clarify that and erase this character for good."
After that, Lily's face fell.
She suddenly clutched her stomach, gasping for air, looking like she was about to collapse.
Her eyes locked on me, she lunged, but I instinctively dodged.
Just as I thought of helping, James barreled in, throwing me off balance.
Stunned, I pictured Lily bloodied and broken.
James was frantic, barely touching her, "Grace, if anything happens to our baby, I'll never forgive you."