'That way, that loser Claire Sinclair will be even more useless. She can't even hold on to such an amazing boyfriend. She's completely worthless.'
Just as Melanie Sinclair was lost in her triumphant fantasy, the spark of anger that had ignited in Claire Sinclair's heart was quickly extinguished.
'The little vixen probably has no idea that the man who knocked her up will be spending the next few years in prison.'
'She's so eager to show off the "fruit of her labor." I'm almost worried the moron will smash her head against a wall when she finds out the truth.'
'Then again, it's hard to say…'
'Maybe the little vixen is so head-over-heels for that damn scumbag that she'll insist on having the baby no matter how hard it is, only to have some cheesy, dramatic reunion with him a few years later?'
At this thought, Claire Sinclair just gave a nonchalant "Oh," and turned to leave.
Melanie Sinclair was exasperated. "Aren't you curious whose child I'm carrying?"
