Hellen’s triumphant demeanour faltered slightly, but she quickly regained her footing.
"What kind of question is that, James? Susan—is carrying your child! Who else could it belong to?"
I bit the inside of my cheek, struggling to process this new revelation. Was she lying? Or was James telling the truth? For weeks, I'd assumed Susan's pregnancy was another calculated move to cement her place in his life, and I had resigned myself to being quietly displaced. Now, cracks were forming, and I didn’t know what to believe.
James’s grip on me tightened slightly, his gaze never leaving his mother.
"You're making assumptions. Did you ask her, or did she tell you herself that the child is mine?"
Hellen crossed her arms, her voice laced with irritation. "She didn't need to. The timin
