And I scheduled it for a family dinner — Evelyn’s Sunday dinner, the same table where she’d called me barren for years, with Caleb and Chloe and the whole Whitmore clan present.
Because if they wanted to build their kingdom on my ashes in front of an audience, I was going to correct the record in front of the same audience.
PART 4
The Sunday dinner was set. Evelyn presided at the head of the table, radiating the icy satisfaction of a woman who believed her useless daughter-in-law was finally about to be discarded and replaced with a fertile one. Caleb sat smug. Chloe sat glowing, one hand resting meaningfully on her stomach, waiting for her moment.
They’d clearly decided tonight was the night. Chloe and Caleb exchanged a glance, and Caleb cleared his throat.
“Everyone,” he began. “Nora and I have grown apart. And there’s something the family should know—”
“Actually,” I said, setting down my fork, “let me. I have a few announcements, and they’re better coming from me.”
