NovelEnglishChapter 364 When Sylvia heard the news that Bridget was pregnant, she slammed her spoon down so hard her bowl rattled, splashing hot soup all over her blouse.
Everyone at the dining table turned to look at her, their eyes sharp and judgmental.
After all, the last tthis many people were in one room, it was to roast her for allegedly drugging Tristan and sneaking into his bed.
Sylvia scrambled to her feet, grabbing a napkin to dab at the mess. "Sorry about that." Tristan barely glanced at her, his voice clipped. "You can't show up looking like that. Maybe you should head out." Translation: You're not welcome.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSylvia's hand froze mid-wipe. She finally understood why Tristan insisted she cto this dinner in the first place.
It was all about "clearing out the bad vibes." And apparently, she was the bad vibe.
She lowered her gaze and nodded, "Yeah. Well, enjoy your meal." Grabbing her shoulder bag, Sylvia walked out of the dining room, feeling everyone's eyes follow her like cold knives between her shoulder blades.
A minute later, Naomi hurried after her.
"Sylvia, I'm sorry. I had no idea Tristan would-" "It's fine. You saw how he was. Now that Bridget's pregnant and moving in, I won't be coming around anymore. If you want to see me, let's meet somewhere else, okay?" She tried to sound cheerful for Naomi's sake, even though her heart felt heavy.
Naomi bit her lip. "Three years without a baby, and now she comes back from a weekend getaway and suddenly she's expecting?" Sylvia's voice was cold. "Well, it takes two to tango." Naomi fell silent, awkward and hurt.
She took Sylvia's hand and led her toward the back porch. "Con. I bought you snew clothes for the season. You're a designer now, you can't keep wearing last year's stuff." Sylvia rolled her eyes. "I'm still just an intern, Mom. I only make, like, a grand a month. I don't need a wardrobe overhaul." Naomi just waved her off. "Letspoil you for once." After changing into a new sweater and jeans from Naomi, Sylvia gathered her things and headed out.
As she walked down the hallway, someone called after her.
"Sylvia." Bridget stood in the golden glow of the setting sun, wearing a pristine white cashmere coat. She looked effortlessly elegant-nothing like the woman Sylvia had once caught in lingerie at that seedy hotel.
Sylvia instinctively took a couple steps back. "What do you want?" Bridget's eyes swept over Sylvia's new outfit. "New clothes? They look good on you." She sighed, cupping her belly with a melotic air. "I'll have to go with baggy mom jeans and oversized sweaters from now on. Thope there's such a thing as cute maternity wear." Sylvia watched her play the part, unimpressed. "I thought you'd have plenty of experience dressing for the occasion." Bridget's smile faltered, a flicker of something mean flashing in her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sylvia's voice was flat. "Your sense of style. What else would I mean?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe glanced at Bridget's stomach. Earlier, Sylvia had Googled it turns out, getting pregnant right after a miscarriage wasn't exactly rare, but it was risky. Bridget was nothing if not determined. And if Rupert could forgive Bridget for cheating, who was Sylvia to argue? All she could do was wish them luck.
Bridget stroked her bump, lifting her chin with a sneer. "Doesn't feel great to end up with nothing, does it? But ΝΟ What can I say? Mr. Rupert love's me. Don't worry, though-we'll make sure you're taken care of." Taken care of? Sylvia stared at her, puzzled.
Bridget slowly pulled a check from her purse, holding it out between two manicured fingers. "For all the tyou spent funning around after Rupert. Here's the money we owe you. And there'll be more, paid on time." Sylvia glanced at the check-two hundred thousand dollars, a number that stung with irony.
She'd heard stories about Christine and Eloise's husband, and the samount had changed hands. Life really was a sick joke sometimes.
She gave a short, bitter laugh. "What do you mean, more money?" Bridget's lips curled into a superior smirk. "Well, now that I'm pregnant, Rupert's still going to have his- needs.
I don't trust just anyone with my man, but you're already used to the job. It's perfect, isn't it?"
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