We’d both believed Seth.
We’d both been deceived.
But Heather still had her employment. I would have lost mine if he’d succeeded.
“There’s something I don’t understand,” I said.
“What?”
“Why didn’t you mention any of this when we saw each other?”
Heather frowned.
“I tried.”
“When?”
“At Mom’s birthday dinner last month. I started asking you about work, remember?”
I recalled that evening.
Heather had asked whether I still enjoyed working at the clinic.
Before I could reply, Seth interrupted, explaining that wedding preparations had made work discussions stressful for me.
I’d thought he was being considerate.
“He told me later that I’d made you uncomfortable,” Heather said. “That you were upset I was questioning your decision to stay home.”
My chest tightened.
“He said that?”
She nodded.
“He told me you wanted him to handle the arrangements because you didn’t like being pressured.”
