The door burst open, and Jason stormed in, his face twisted with irritation. “What the hell is going on here?”
Leslie immediately turned to him, clutching her chest like a wounded bird. “Jason, I don’t know what I did. I just wanted to thank her, and she—she pushed me.”
I stared at her, my jaw tightening as rage clawed its way up my throat.
Jason turned to me. “Paige, what the hell is wrong with you? She’s your sister!”
That did it. I broke.
“Sister?” I scoffed. “You want to talk about sisters? What about me, Jason? What about me? Am I not your wife?” I faced him. “Because I don’t feel it anymore. So how about we get a divorce?”
“You’re overreacting,” Jason said, his arms crossed as he stared me down. “Talking about a divorce over this? Come on, Paige.”
“Overreacting?” I shot back, my voice sharp.
“Yes,” Leslie added. “Please, don’t be mad. It’s clearly my fault. Don’t say divorce because surely Jason will get hurt. He loves you. He just cares for me and I don’t want to be the reason you’re getting a divorce.”
“Is that so? Then, tell me, why were you at the hotel together?”
His face froze, the deflection he had ready dying on his lips. Leslie shifted uneasily beside him, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
Jason’s silence spoke louder than words.
Leslie glanced between us, her lips parting as if to speak. “It’s because…” She hesitated, then blurted, “Jason was comforting me. My boyfriend broke up with me, and I didn’t know who else to call.”
“Comforting you?” My voice cracked with disbelief. “Why him, Leslie? Why not me? I’m supposed to be your sister.”
She avoided my gaze, her tone turning defensive. “You were busy,” she said quickly. “I didn’t want to bother you, and I was scared—”
“Scared of what?” I demanded.
Her mouth opened and closed, her face pale. “Scared of you. I thought you’d get mad if you found out…” She trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. “That I’m pregnant.”
Her words hit like a slap, leaving me stunned. “Pregnant?” I repeated, my voice cold. “Why would I get mad? That doesn’t make sense! Unless, did Jason get you pregnant?”
Leslie let out a nervous laugh, the sound too forced to be genuine. “Of course not,” she said, glancing at Jason. “It’s my ex-boyfriend’s. Please, sister, don’t stay mad at me. I’m sorry.”