Chapter 19

Maisie paused for a moment before realizing the implication behind Ethan's question. She reached out to grab his arm. "Don't cause a scene here. It's Bret's son's birthday—"

"Maisie." Ethan shook off her hand. "Just answer me. Who's the father?"

The force of his push sent her stumbling.

Bret, suddenly sober, rushed to grab Ethan. "Are you crazy? What's wrong with you? Who else could be the father if Mais is pregnant? How could you even ask that?"

Maisie collapsed onto the table, shattering a bottle of wine in the process.

Quincy hurried to help her up.

Ethan loomed over her furiously. "Who is it? Tell me!"

Maisie sneered. "Does it even matter?"

…

Deep down, Maisie yearned for an escape, perhaps a trip somewhere far away to clear her mind—anything to temporarily distance herself from the suffocating pressure of being with Ethan and Seth.

Nevertheless, Coco needed her, and that meant she was stuck.

When she finally got home, her phone was flooded with missed calls. Most were from Seth.