But honestly, it wasn’t just her. Everyone around Scott said the same thing—that he married a fool. A genius and a fool. That’s how they saw us—a mismatched pair in every way.
And unfortunately, I’m the fool.
There was a time when Martha hid her disdain, at least in public. After all, my marriage to Scott was arranged by his grandfather, Donald Kennedy.
Ever since Jessica came back, Martha’s dislike for me had grown more blatant with each passing day. She completely disregarded Scott’s earlier outburst and shot me a cold, scornful look.
“Would you look at that, just look at it!” she sneered. “This stupid woman dares to show me attitude!”
As if that wasn’t enough, she kept going. “What, am I not even allowed to say a word about her anymore? Just look at that face—it annoys me just to see her!”
Her words hit me hard, a sharp sting spreading through my chest. I hadn’t shown her any attitude at all. It felt like my very existence at the table was enough to ruin everyone’s mood. Not wanting to cause more tension, I quietly got up and moved to the sofa.
Scott, as usual, ignored his mother’s sharp remarks. Instead, he followed me, crouching down in front of me, his eyes locking with mine.
"Nadia, what's wrong? Not feeling well?" he asked gently. "If you're not hungry, you don't have to eat. I'll get the maid to bring you some desserts later. Tell me if something's bothering you?"
I kept my gaze down, sulking, refusing to meet his eyes or say a word.
Jessica’s voice chimed in from the table. "Scott, please come back and eat. I'll stay here with Nadia," she said, smiling warmly. Then, with a sisterly tone, she added, "It's normal for her to have tantrums. Don't push her. I'll handle talking to her gently."
I glanced past Scott’s shoulder and saw Jessica rising from her chair.
‘I’m not a child. I’m Scott’s wife!’ I screamed inwardly.
Straightening up, I looked Scott in the eye and declared, “I want to attend tomorrow’s event.”
Scott froze, his surprise evident.
In the three years we’d been married, I had never attended any party—large or small. I knew I wasn’t the brightest, and the whispers about me always found their way back to my ears. So, I stayed in the background, away from public scrutiny.