I became pregnant 6 months after the wedding.
Arthur turned every Sterling Group board meeting into a prenatal care seminar, while Evelyn compiled a long list of precautions.
No one was more anxious than Julian.
I went to inspect a shopping center owned by Sterling Group, and he insisted on sending a doctor and a nutritionist with me. He even had nonslip strips installed on every step beforehand.
"I'm pregnant, not made of porcelain."
I gave him a helpless look.
"Porcelain can be replaced. You can't," he replied with a straight face.
At the end of the inspection, a woman in loose maternity clothes pushed through the crowd.
"Clara!"
I recognized Vanessa.
She had somehow obtained fake credentials to enter the shopping center. The bulge beneath her dress wasn't a baby. It concealed
