But before she could finish, Benedict was already gone, rushing to Vivian's side. He caught her in his arms and snapped, "Are you out of your mind?!"
"You just gave birth! You can't be getting out of bed by yourself!"
Vivian's eyes brimmed with tears. "I'm sorry, Benedict. I wanted to go apologize to Phoebe. I was so selfish. I just wanted so badly to have a child who looked like your brother, to keep me company..."
Benedict wiped her tears away with unbearable tenderness. "What are you crying for? You're not the other woman. Technically, you're the one on my marriage certificate. Phoebe's the mistress."
In that moment, my heart split open like a wound torn with a dull blade. Tears fell from my eyes, heavy and fat, shattering against the floor.
The day he proposed, Benedict's eyes had held nothing but me.
"Phoebe, marrying you is the greatest blessing of my life. I will never, ever let you down."
Now he was calling me the mistress.
The day I was discharged, Benedict instinctively guided Vivian into the passenger seat.
When he saw me freeze, he offered an explanation. "Phoebe, Vivian's not feeling well, and she gets carsick, so..."