Anna's POV I let Rachel guide me toward Mary Simpson's shrill voice, each step measured and careful despite the fury building in my chest. My hand instinctively cradled my six-month pregnant belly as we rounded the decorative wall separating Harper Watson's baby shower from this unexpected drama. The scene before me stopped me cold. George Simpson stood in an unexpected protective stance near my mother, while Mary looked ready to claw someone's eyes out. What the hell was George doing at a women's baby shower? "You're talking nonsense. Look at yourself," George barked at Mary, his tone uncharacteristically harsh. Mary's face contorted with rage, her perfectly applied makeup doing nothing to mask her fury. "George, you dare defend her?" She shoved her purse into Lucy Taylor's waiting hands and lunged toward my mother. "Elizabeth Shaw, you shameless old whore! I'll kill you!" My heart hammered against my ribs. With my pregnant belly restricting my movement, I couldn't ph
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