I blinked, then pointed straight at my ex-boyfriend's lower half.
"Wait—your infertility got cured?"
……
Silence.
As my voice rang out, every pair of eyes in the store swiveled toward Alex.
And the crowd, never ones to pass up good drama, dove right into the discussion.
"Kids these days, I swear. So young and already shooting blanks."
"This is exactly why they push for premarital health screenings—to catch con artists before they trick someone into marriage."
Being stared at and whispered about in the middle of a crowded store—Alex's face turned ashen. He whipped toward me and shouted.
"Felicia Pruitt! What the hell are you talking about?"
"Layla's father is sick. He wanted to see a grandchild before—I was just helping her out!"
"You're jealous over that? You don't have an ounce of empathy. Are you even human?"
At those words, Layla seemed to let out a breath of relief.
The panic on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by open contempt aimed squarely at me.
"Felicia, honestly. Even if today is April Fool's Day, not every joke is appropriate."
"You're lucky Alex is generous enough not to hold it against you."
"Any other man would've buried you ten times over by now."
I let out a cold laugh.