From Joan's social media posts, it was clear he'd spent an entire day and night coaxing his mistress back into a good mood.
And now, just days later, he was telling me the mistress was pregnant.
But I felt no sadness. Not a trace. My voice came out flat and expressionless.
"Got it."
"Same rules as always. Transfer twenty million to me. Same prime location. I'm buying Mervyn a villa too."
"Eleanor, let me explain—"
Brian's voice turned frantic on the other end.
"The baby isn't mine!"
"She got drunk, and some stranger picked her up outside a bar. That's how she got pregnant. She's terrified right now, hysterical, threatening to kill herself."
"She was with me once. I can't just turn my back on her."
"Besides, Eleanor, we've been married ten years. We're not getting any younger. We should have a child, shouldn't we?"
"Joanie's already agreed. She doesn't want to raise it. Once the baby's born, we can adopt it..."
A cold scoff escaped my lips.
Not only was he lying to my face, claiming the child wasn't his.
He actually wanted me to raise the baby of the woman who destroyed my marriage.
Brian Delgado, how did you even have the nerve to say that out loud?
I stayed silent for a long time.