I laughed softly. "Why? Afraid of the truth?"
His lips curled back in a sneer. "At least she can give me something you never could."
The words sliced through me, sharp as any blade.
I clenched my fists under the table. "Right," I murmured. "A child."
His silence told me everything I needed to know.
Then, as if fate enjoyed twisting the knife in my back, Catherine waltzed in, a smug smile on her lips. "I have news," she said, her eyes flicking between the two of us.
She reached into her bag, pulling out a small black-and-white photo. My breath hitched the moment I recognized it.
An ultrasound.
"I’m pregnant," she announced, voice thick with triumph.
The air in the room turned suffocating. I felt the walls closing in, pressing against my chest, stealing every bit of oxygen. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, drowning out every other sound.
But what truly killed me wasn’t the news itself.
It was Luther’s face. Pure, unfiltered joy.
The kind of joy he had never once shown me.
He turned to Catherine, his hands immediately wrapping around her waist. He pressed his forehead to hers, whispering words I couldn’t hear. They didn’t even notice me sitting there, a ghost in my own life.