Claire let out a soft chuckle. "We used to do it all the time before I had the baby, Archie."
"That was ages ago," he whined. "Don’t you feel bad for me?"
"You were always so scared Wendy would find out, yet you’ve never been able to control yourself," she teased.
I clenched my fists. So this is what they did when I wasn’t around? I should have bloody known.
Archie waved his hand dismissively. "Relax, Wendy’s not here. Come on, I can’t take it anymore."
"Just a blowjob, okay? I’m still recovering."
I watched as Archie lit up like a kid being given his favourite toy. I had seen enough.
Heart pounding, I turned on my heel, ready to escape to my room.
But once again, I was stopped in my tracks.
"See? A woman who can’t even carry a pregnancy to term, running off instead of taking care of her husband and child? How disgraceful!"
I turned around to face Charlotte Knight—my mother-in-law—wearing an expression of pure contempt. My chest felt hollow, as if a part of me had been ripped away. The old woman stood a few steps away, her gaze filled with unfiltered hatred.
"You couldn’t even take care of your own husband. Archie marrying you was the biggest mistake of his life."