“She’s pregnant,” Bob announced triumphantly. “With my child.”
“Ophelia!” Neil Unger looked apoplectic.
Ophelia stood her ground. “I am not pregnant. Sorry, Bob. I know you thought I was hormonal when I stopped sleeping with you.”
“I thought you loved me.” Bob’s voice had turned plaintive.
Ophelia shook her head. “I liked you when we first met. Being with you was fun, and made me forget my former fiancé being in prison, and my father refusing to pay for my education.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “But then I learned that you’d been trying to find things out about me. Did I have money of my own? you asked Francie. She told you I did, but that the only way you would get any of it was if you and I got married and I had a child. Once I got wind of that conversation, our relationship was o
