Upon spotting me, I watched as Elle deliberately adjusted the papers so the printed side faced outward. I arched a brow in disbelief. This woman was annoyingly desperate to push the narrative, yet not assert her position as the wife to Sebastian himself.
Everything about her screamed red flags, and my inner self didn’t trust her, nor her story. But it wasn’t my problem. The gaps and unanswered questions didn’t matter anymore.
“Ms. Hillbrook,” Elle said, eyebrows arched, “what brings you to OB-GYN? Are you pregnant?”
I gave a faint smile. “Nope.”
I saw her visibly relax at my words. I am sure it was a great relief to know that your husband's mistress wasn’t pregnant. Perhaps if she put him in his place, she wouldn’t have to worry so much, but that's her issue, not mine.
“Tell me, Iv
