“That’s smart!” Abigail chuckled, “You made your husband think the company was going bankrupt so he’d clean up the mess for you, while you used the money to buy Eric a big house overseas, play house with him—and even have his baby.”
“Without a child, he can focus better—working hard for me and Eric. He was born to be a workhorse. While Eric has suffered enough following me these past few years; I should at least compensate him. Not that pathetic loser,” Charlotte’s voice dripped with disdain.
I froze in place.
So it turned out — her claim that the company was going bankrupt was a lie.
She hadn’t wanted an abortion because she was depressed — she’d done it to make room for another man’s child.
The conversation in the office went on, but I could no longer make out the words.
My ears buzzed, drowning everything else out.
Suddenly, Charlotte’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen and her expression softened instantly.
“What? You sprained your ankle? Okay! Don’t worry, I’ll be right there!”
She hung up, grabbed her coat from the chair and rushed out.
I instinctively stepped back into the fire exit at the end of the hallway, watching her hurried figure disappear around the corner.