"You're back just in time. Alison isn’t used to having outsiders around. I gave the maids a few days off. Go make her some chicken soup to help her recover."
He slouched deeply on the sofa, a delicate, fair face resting against him, the owner of the high heels.
"Blake, Delilah just got discharged and is still weak. Let me do it instead..."
Alison’s voice was soft, yet it easily stirred Blake’s anger.
"Don't be fooled by her. She’s best at pretending. A minor abortion surgery and she dragged her hospital stay for over half a month just to fish for sympathy."
"Delilah, don’t think I’ll feel guilty. This child, you owed it to Alison!"
The corners of my mouth lifted into a bitter smile.
A month earlier, Alison had been diagnosed with an ectopic pregnancy and underwent a clearance surgery.
But Blake, believing groundless rumors, was convinced I had bribed the doctors and plotted to kill Alison’s baby.
No matter how I tried to explain, he refused to listen.
At the company’s annual party, Alison recorded me allegedly conspiring with the doctor, solidifying my "crime" in front of everyone.