He turned to me, his eyes blazing with anger. “Nadia, stop it! Just stop! I’ve had enough of this today. I always thought while you might not be the smartest, at least you were kind and pure. But this?” He gestured to the scene around us. “This is just unacceptable. For the past month, what has Jessica done to you to deserve this kind of treatment?”
I stared at Scott, disbelief coursing through me like a tidal wave.
Just as I opened my mouth to explain, he cut me off, his voice cold and unyielding. “Apologize to Jessica. No matter what happened, there’s no excuse for your behavior.” His tone sharpened, each word landing like a blow. “You’re not exactly that smart, and everyone’s been letting you get away with things because of that. But that doesn’t mean you can act however you want.”
He paused, glaring at me with frustration etched across his face. “Ever since Jessica came back, you’ve been acting out in every way imaginable. I’ve been treating you like a child, letting things slide. But today? You’re going to apologize.”
My head spun as his words crashed over me. It was like the floor beneath me had disappeared, leaving me free-falling into some endless pit. My stomach twisted with pain, but I forced myself to meet his gaze.
“Scott,” I said, my voice trembling but resolute, “do you see me as a child? Or as your wife?”
I took a shaky breath, my hands clenched at my sides as I added, “They all call Jessica your ‘lost love.’ Tell me the truth—is that true?”
I felt my chest tighten as I pushed forward. “Even if I’m not the smartest person in the room, even if I’m a fool, I know one thing: as your wife, I’m supposed to come first.”
For a moment, I saw a flicker of guilt cross Scott’s face, like a crack in his otherwise impenetrable wall. But before he could respond, someone else in the room gasped loudly.
“She… she’s bleeding!”
“Oh my God, is she pregnant?”
