I bit down on my lip, fighting back tears. Without a word, I pushed back my chair and moved to the sofa, not wanting to stay at the table any longer. Martha’s dislike for me wasn’t new. I’d always known she didn’t approve of me.
But honestly, it wasn’t just her. Everyone around Scott said the same thing—that he married a fool. A genius and a fool. That’s how they saw us—a mismatched pair in every way.
And unfortunately, I’m the fool.
There was a time when Martha hid her disdain, at least in public. After all, my marriage to Scott was arranged by his grandfather, Donald Kennedy.
Ever since Jessica came back, Martha’s dislike for me had grown more blatant with each passing day. She completely disregarded Scott’s earlier outburst and shot me a cold, scornful look.
“Would you look at that, just look at it!” she sneered. “This stupid woman dares to show me attitude!”
As if that wasn’t enough, she kept going. “What, am I not even allowed to say a word about her anymore? Just look at that face—it annoys me just to see her!”