"You're telling me to get a divorce?"
"I'm offering you a way out." She corrected me with a smile. "No job, no children, nothing to contribute to his life. What's the point of holding on?"
I clenched my fists.
"Who do you think you are? You're an administrative assistant. You don't get to tell me to step aside."
"Administrative assistant?" She laughed out loud. "You really think that's what I am?"
"It doesn't matter what you are." I stared her down. "As long as I don't sign the divorce papers, you'll always be the dirty little secret. You and that child. Always."
Her smile froze for a split second.
Then something flickered behind her eyes, and she let out a derisive scoff.
"You're that confident? You went to the villa neighborhood the other day, didn't you?"
My heart skipped a beat.
"Relax." She waved her hand. "David doesn't know. I didn't tell him."
"I kept your secret for you." Her smile turned knowing. "After all, you're the big sister in this arrangement."
She set her coffee cup down and traced a finger along the rim.
"Speaking of which..."
She looked at me, and her gaze held a kind of cruel pity.