They were all waiting to see how I'd explain my way out of this.

Harrison held his breath, waiting for an answer.

I inhaled slowly and answered without flinching.

"That's me."

Two words. Like cold water hitting a vat of boiling oil.

"You filthy whore!" Harrison jabbed a finger at my face, spitting the words like venom.

"Trash! Son, we're leaving!" Greta seized Harrison's wrist and stormed away from the table.

I stood behind them and asked, my voice flat and unbothered:

"Don't you even want to know what I was there for?"

That one sentence stopped Greta in her tracks.

She turned around and looked at me with shameless contempt.

Her voice dripped with disbelief:

"What for? What else would anyone be doing sneaking around an OB-GYN clinic?"

"Either you caught something, or you were getting rid of something!"

"You have the nerve to bring it up? I don't even have the stomach to hear it."

"The Weiss family is one of the most prominent families in the capital. You've dragged our name through the mud."

"Mark my words. The $500,000 betrothal gift gets returned in full. The house, the jewelry, and every cent of today's reception comes out of your pocket!"

I ignored her and fixed my gaze on Harrison.

"You don't want to know either?"

Harrison's face was flushed scarlet with rage, and the way he looked at me was the way you'd look at something filthy on the bottom of your shoe.

His fists were clenched. His mouth opened, then closed. He wanted to curse me out but couldn't find the words.

Greta immediately stepped in front of him, jabbing her finger at my face:

"You shameless tramp! Even now you're trying to play on my son's soft heart!"

"Even if he believed you, I never would! Don't you dare try to sink your claws into him again!"

Marilyn shuffled forward from the side, sobbing.

"I didn't want to cause a fight between you and Harrison."

"But I couldn't keep lying for you either, sis."

"This is all my fault. I should never have followed you that day. I wish I hadn't been so curious."

She reached for my hand as she spoke, as if begging me to forgive her.

Harrison watched the scene, and his expression softened instantly.

"Sandra Cobb, she's your own sister. One of you is pure and kind, and the other is cheap trash. I must have been blind."

Those words carved through whatever hope I had left, and the last scrap of it crumbled to nothing.