The Incubator Wife's Revenge

t music and the polite murmurs of the party guests. I took a step forward, then a

David. The small crowd parted for me, their curio

ced by a flicker of annoyance, not guilt. "Sar

ed my throat and tried again, the sound raw and torn. "You' re

ted whispering, their eyes darti

d took a step toward me, his voice a low, threatening hiss meant only

und. "You' re the one who' s been lying to me. Cheating on

sn' t about that. This is about Jessica. She'

e a mask of fragile innocence. She looked at me with wide, tearful e

ce rising with disbelief. "What abou

her father. Her eyes, the same dark eyes I had gazed into

sharp and venomous. "All you care about is your work and that

low. My own daughter. My baby girl. She w

was my husband. This was my child. And they were looking at me like I was a stranger,

rong. "Sarah, let' s go outside and talk about this

th a rage so pure it felt like a fire in my veins. "You want t

first time, a sliver of genu

. "What are you talk

earing from my throat. "Lily told me. You ki

eye was on us. I could feel their judgm

, an exasperated sound, as if I were a toddler throwing a tantrum. "It was just a dog, Sara

tole the air from my lungs. He wasn't even trying to hid

lt a life with. And in that moment, I realized I didn't know