“And Ellie – what are you dragging her into now? Sean can’t reach her, probably because of you. Do you have to poison everything around you? You’ve ruined their marriage too. Are you happy?”
My best friend clenched her fists beside me, ready to unleash her rage, but I held her back.
“Don’t waste your energy on someone like him,” I whispered.
“Ross, let’s keep it simple: I want a divorce. I have no time for your baseless accusations.”
My friend took the phone from me, unable to hold back any longer. “You know what, Ross? Marrying into your family has been nothing but a curse. Let me make this clear: Ellie and I want divorces because you and Sean are fools. Get it?”
She ended the call and promptly blocked him on every platform.
The next morning, just as we were leaving for the registry office, we saw Winnie at the entrance, cradling her baby.
Her face was pale, and she looked pitiful, like a frail flower ready to wilt at the slightest breeze.
The moment she saw us, she dropped to her knees, looking as helpless as ever.
“Maisie, Ellie, I’m so sorry. I’m here to apologize on behalf of Ross and Sean. This is all my fault. Don’t blame them. They were just looking out for me as a single mother.
“They only stayed with me at the hospital because I was scared, that’s all. I thought they’d already let you know. I even reminded them! I never wanted to cause a misunderstanding.”
Even now, she kept up the act, portraying herself as the innocent victim, flaunting the bond she shared with the brothers as if we, their wives, were nothing but outsiders.
Seeing my friend’s growing fury, I quickly stepped forward, leveling a cold look at Winnie. “Oh? So what, Winnie? Do I need your permission to get a divorce? Your little act doesn’t work on us anymore. Save it.”
Out of sheer politeness for the child in her arms, I bent down to help her up.
But the moment she heard the elevator doors open, her expression shifted, and she let herself collapse onto the floor as if I’d pushed her.
Startled, I was about to react when Ross came rushing over, shoving me hard.
“Maisie! How could you be so cruel? Get away from her!” he shouted.
Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell, my friend rushing to help me up.
“Maisie, are you alright?”
Satisfied that Winnie was fine, Ross finally turned his attention to me, about to unleash a torrent of insults – until he noticed my now-flat stomach. His face went pale.