Chapter Sixty-two

Gabby was pregnant.

Kayla was pregnant.

Gabby's man didn't want anything to do with the baby.

Asher didn't want anything to do with Kayla's baby.

Anne was drunk but she wasn't that drunk. She didn't need anyone to spell it out to her. Gabby had betrayed her.

Yvonne and Yvette came into view, a mix of fear and curiosity written on both their faces. They both sat down some paces away at the dining, pretending to do chores, but it was so obvious they'd only come to see the action.

Maybe it was the wine, but she started laughing.

"So this is why you were so adamant on me leaving him," she muttered between bouts of dry laughter. "So when did you come up with this grand idea? Or have you always wanted to stab in the back from the start?"

"You both know each other?" Asher asked, surprised but no one responded.

Gabby shook her head.

"You see kids, I told you your mother was crazy. She's not even making any sense."

Anne felt her kids struggle against her, trying to escape like she was