Don Cheats, I Quit!
I stood amidst the clutter and observed her icily before asking stiffly, “If I may ask, Miss Alice, how do you envision the role I play in your family?”
Alice bit her lower lip and blinked daintily before stating, “I was thinking maybe you could be the baby’s godmother…”
I burst out laughing. I found the entire thing comically absurd.
“You want me, the actual wife, to become the godmother of a bastard child?”
She turned deathly pale at this comment. Then, she began to sway and leaned against the doorframe for support.
“I… I didn't mean that. I just wanted to express how much I care about you, Grace…”