Chapter 338
Chapter 339
Seeing Frank’s expression waver, Marcia pressed her advantage. “Let me tell you, Elissa’s nothing but a natural–born homewrecker–God knows how many men she’s gone through p>
She didn’t even finish before Frank’s hand clamped around her jaw. His eyes went cold and sharp as a blade. “If you want to die and join my brother, just say so p>
“You, of all people, should know I never go easy on women,” he said, his voice icy. Then, with a shove, he tossed her hard against the side of the car and strode away without a backward glance.
Marcia’s back hit the metal with a jolt that sent pain shooting up her spine. Panic bloomed in her chest. Maybe… she should stop provoking Frank.
Once his car had disappeared down the driveway, Marcia braced herself against the vehicle, straightened up, and headed into Atwater Manor.
Hickey dropped his toys and ran to her, all excitement. “Mommy! Dinner time p>
“Yes, let’s go eat,” she said, smoothing his hair and taking his hand as they walked to the dining room.
Carmela was out, and Old Mrs. Atwater never bothered with dinner, so tonight it was just Marcia and Hickey at the table.
The housekeeper and staff began setting out the dishes.
Marcia had barely pulled out her chair and sat down when an overpowering smell hit her–a sharp, fishy tang that turned her stomach. She barely managed to clap a hand to her mouth before dashing
to the bathroom.
She retched for what felt like ages.
When she finally returned, pale and shaky, she pointed furiously at the plate of poached fish on the table. “What is this supposed to be? Just because my mother–in–law and grandmother aren’t eating, you think you can treat the two of us like an afterthought p>
“This is just a simple fish dish–how could you mess it up so badly? It reeks p>
The kitchen staff froze, stammering, “Mrs. Spencer, we would never disrespect you or young master Hickey. We cooked everything tonight exactly as always–same recipe, same steps p>
“ Oh, really?” Marcia shot back with a cold laugh. “Are you saying I’m making trouble for no reason p>
“N–no, ma’am p>
“Then what are you standing around for? Whoever cooked dinner tonight–pack up and go. You’re fired p>
She felt a little better after letting off steam.
Dinner finished, Hickey clung to her, insisting she come play in the toy room.
While Hickey built a fortress with his blocks, Marcia stretched out on the couch, scrolling through her phone. After a while, Hickey piped up, “Mommy, the fish wasn’t fishy at all tonight p>
“It wasn’t? Are you coming down with a cold again p>
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Chapter 339
“Nope!” Hickey took a deep breath to prove his point.
Marcia frowned, puzzled. He really didn’t look sick. “Well, it definitely smelled off to me p>
Mid–sentence, she froze. Her heart skipped a beat, her breathing quickened.
A few seconds passed before she sprang to her feet, bolted out of the room, and rushed to her bedroom. Hands shaking, she fumbled through her drawer until she found a pregnancy test, then locked herself in the bathroom.
The few minutes waiting for the results felt like an eternity–she could barely breathe.
When two red lines appeared on the test, her rage boiled over. She hurled it across the room, then swept every bottle of lotion and face wash off the sink, sending them crashing to the floor.
Chaos. Fury. And underneath it all–panic.
She was pregnant.
And the father was that freak from the Crest family.
Marcia nearly lost her mind. She pounded her fists against her stomach, furious.
That night–the man was ugly, but wild in bed, refusing to use protection. He’d insisted he was infertile, that it was impossible for her to get pregnant.
He’d lied.
She nearly screamed, cursing everyone in her mind–the old witch from the Murphy family, the monster from the Crest family, and especially Elissa.
This should have been Elissa’s problem, not hers! If anyone deserved to end up pregnant with some bastard child, it was that wretched woman!
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