"Or maybe you're just so jealous of me being pregnant that you can't even open your mouth?" Paulette sneers, her hand gliding mockingly over her rounded belly.

I avert my gaze, doing my best not to cry. Nathan’s hand tightens around my waist, pulling me closer to him as if shielding me from the venom in her words. I force myself to pretend I’m fine.

"I think my wife’s just worried about the future of that poor child, having parents like you... and let's not even talk about the ...