Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
Chloe whispered, leaning in so close she was almost touching Lucy’s ear.
Lucy’s eyes went wide. For a split second, I saw a flash of genuine, cold fear in her gaze
"What are you talking about?" Lucy whispered, her voice trembling.
Chloe smoothing her dress. "I’m going to go get some actual champagne. A child is a child and we should celebrate." She said mockingly, as she walked out, her heels clicking rhythmically against the floor.
I stood there, looking at Lucy. She wouldn't look at me. She was staring down at the baby, humming a frantic, off-key lullaby.