Chapter 7

Gavin froze like someone had hit pause, staring at me in disbelief. "What did you just say?" Before I could even respond, the reaper was bouncing around in excitement. "It's moving! 91! 92! 95!" I was definitely moving on the right track. Vanessa immediately seized the moment, her voice soft and trembling with false sympathy. "Gavin, don't be like this. Clara probably just got confused for a moment—" I cut her off sharply. "Confused? We've been married for years. Getting pregnant isn't exactly shocking news. What's there to make a fuss about? "Did you forget? Three weeks ago, you came home drunk and wouldn't let go of me. The timing matches, doesn't it?" It wasn't a lie, after all. He had come home drunk. He just didn't remember me knocking him out cold afterward. Gavin staggered back a step, his expression twisting with pain, anger, and guilt. The heartbreak meter jumped to 97. Vanessa grabbed his arm quickly, feigning outrage. "Clara, stop lying. You still don't know, do