"You should know your dirty laundry doesn't end with what's already public. If I wanted to expose more, you'd be hemorrhaging again."
She stood frozen in the doorway for a long moment.
Her voice came out almost resigned.
"After this, I'll cut things off with him. But promise me—we'll live properly from now on, okay? Once the baby comes, we'll be a happy family."
Words like these—she'd said them nearly every day during her pregnancy.
Didn't stop her from staying tangled up with Noel.
One day it was pity for his illegitimate status. The next, sympathy for how alone he was without family.
There was always a reason—a million reasons—for her "helpless" attraction to him, for helping his career take off.
She stayed planted in the doorway, as if she wouldn't leave until I answered.
Watching her block out the sunlight, I gave a half-hearted agreement just to be done with it.
It wasn't until the next morning—when an uncensored video of me "cheating" went viral—that I understood what she'd meant by after this.
Greta released a clarification video.