Lily shrugged, her lips curving into a smirk. "You pushed him away. I was just… there for him."
"You mean you threw yourself at him like a desperate slut," I snapped, shaking with fury.
Her eyes darkened. "Careful, Emma."
"Or what?" My voice dropped to a whisper. "You’ll steal something else from me?"
Jason sighed, as if he was tired of my tantrum. "Emma, let’s be adults here."
"Adults?" I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "You mean like how you crept around behind my back? Lied to me? Destroyed our marriage?"
His expression didn’t change. Not even a flicker of guilt.
Lily, however, smirked. "You and Jason were over long before this, Emma." She held up her hand, flashing the diamond ring. "He chose me."
The words sliced through me like a blade. And then my mother spoke, her voice filled with pride.
"Emma, this is for the best," she said smoothly. "Lily is pregnant. With Jason’s child."
The words hit me like a wrecking ball. I staggered back, bile rising in my throat. Proud. She sounded proud.
"What?" My voice was barely a whisper.
Lily placed a hand on her stomach, her smirk widening. "That’s right, sis. You’re going to be an aunt. Isn’t it wonderful?"
A cold chill ran down my spine. Jason’s child. The man who ignored me when I was sick. The man who never once took me to a doctor. The man who hadn’t even cared enough to ask why I was always exhausted. And my sister… carrying his child.
My mother smiled, as if this was wonderful news. "You should be happy for them. They’ll finally have the family Jason always wanted."
Noah, who had been quiet, tugged at my sleeve. His big, innocent eyes blinked up at me. “I like Aunt Lily too,” his voice filled with childlike hope. “If Daddy loves her, you should be happy, Mom. Plus, I want Aunt Lily to be my mom too!”
I couldn’t breathe.
The world blurred around me.
Lily's victorious smirk. Jason's blank indifference. My parents’ silent complicity. And my son—my baby—smiling up at me, completely unaware of the betrayal tearing me apart.
Before I lost control, I turned on my heel, gripping Noah’s small hand like a lifeline.
“Emma,” Jason called, sounding bored. “Where are you going?”
I didn’t answer. I walked away, my legs trembling beneath me, my son’s warm fingers clutching mine. I didn’t stop. Not even when Noah kept looking back. Not even when I heard Lily’s voice, dripping with false pity—
“She’ll get over it.”