~Vivian~
I read the message twice to be sure that I really saw it well. 'Your husband is ignoring me. Tell him he has 48 hours to respond or I go public with everything.'
My hands shook as I deleted it quickly. Sandra. It had to be Sandra.
"Vivian?" My mother's voice cut through my panic. "You've barely touched your food."
"I'm not feeling well," I croaked out, which wasn't a lie.
"Maybe you're pregnant," my father said, his eyes lighting up with hope. "About time you gave us grandchildren."
Nathan started coughing, wine going down the wrong pipe. He hacked and wheezed while my mother patted his back. I bit my tongue to keep from laughing. Or screaming. Or maybe both at once.
"I'm not pregnant," I said firmly, the words feeling like sand in my throat.
"Well, you should be working o
