All Chapters of Pregnant For My Husband's Enemy: Chapter 11

The interview was scheduled for Friday.Three days away, which Margot said was the correct amount of time — enough to prepare without enough to overthink. She had arranged it in the penthouse's private meeting room, which would keep the visual language of the piece controlled. No hospital backdrop, no borrowed apartment, nothing that could be cropped and reframed to tell a different story. Just Evelyn Vance, a neutral room, and the truth laid out in clean, factual sentences.I spent Wednesday trying to feel ready for it and failing.The problem was not the interview. The problem was the space between the interview and now — the long, quiet hours of a morning in which there was nothing tactical to do, no strategy to review, no document to read, no crisis arriving by text message. Just the penthouse and its expensive silence and the particular quality of inertia that settles over a woman who has been in crisis long enough that stillness begins to feel like a symptom.I ate breakfast alo