Otis had his arm around Vivian's waist. He tilted her chin up and kissed her.
Vivian yanked the curtain open, her eyes locking onto mine with a look of pure provocation.
She'd spotted me.
And I watched them, like a masochist, tangled together right before my eyes. I watched until they were done.
My phone buzzed shortly after. A message from Otis, his tone almost weary with concern.
"Elaine, fighting is one thing, but you just had a miscarriage and your body hasn't recovered. Take your medicine. I already had someone deliver it. Drink all of it."
"Be good. Don't take risks with your health."
He'd noticed how pale I'd gone tonight from the post-miscarriage pain. Before he left, he'd even brewed the medicine himself.
I almost laughed.
Lying in another woman's arms and still finding time to worry about me. How thoughtful of him.
Otis pulled Vivian back down onto the bed, clearly not finished with her.
I twisted the diamond ring on my finger, my gaze hollow.
When Otis and I first got engaged, he'd been broke. He'd drained every cent he had and could only afford a ring with a cheap, flawed stone.