Khalil pouted, eyes full of a fake grievance. “Adriana, I was just trying to comfort Allen... I didn’t want him to feel too sad about losing the baby.”
“But he got jealous and said I stole the future position as chairman’s husband, then tried to dump slop on me. I panicked and pushed him—it wasn’t on purpose! I even apologized, but he tried to hit me. He said he wanted my child to grow up fatherless!”
Before I could say a word, Adriana turned to me, her face was clouded with gloom. “Allen, I never knew you were such a vain, petty man.”
“You couldn’t protect our child because you’re weak. Why take it out on Khalil? He was just being kind to you. Stop coveting what doesn’t belong to you. Apologize to him. Now.”
I’m weak?
I looked at her face—so familiar, yet suddenly so foreign.
“Adriana,” I asked quietly, “those babies I lost... where did you really send their bodies?”
She frowned.
“Of course I buried them properly. I’ve told you that before.”
Tsk. The Oscars owed her an award. She was a remarkable actress—her lie almost sounded sincere.
I took a slow breath.
“You’re right, Adriana. I shouldn't have wished for something that was never mine. Don’t worry—I won’t fight Khalil anymore.”