“Tsk tsk, I envy women like you,” she said, swaying in. “Infertile and still so chill. I, on the other hand, need velvet sheets just to sleep.” 

“Get out.” 

She just smiled wider, hand brushing over her stomach. 

“You know,” she said casually, “your infertility wasn’t your body’s fault.” 

My stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?” 

“Simon’s been lacing your food with birth control for years. Enough to make it permanent.” 

She leaned in, voice low and poisonous. “It was all part of the plan. Once you couldn’t get pregnant, he could toss you aside guilt-free—and marry me.” 

That’s why it never happened. 

White-hot rage surged through me. I jumped to my feet and slapped her—hard. 

“You two are disgusting.” 

Nancy stumbled back—then let out this weird, fake laugh. 

Next thing I knew, she threw herself to the ground and screamed like she was being murdered. “Ahh! Heidi, what are you doing?!” 

The basement door slammed open. Simon stormed in with a crew of guys. 

“Nancy!”