“He told me you begged him for this,” Heather whispered, her fast speech slowing into shock.

“He told me you hated working at the clinic and wanted to stay home with Maddie, Ben, and Owen.”

“Seth lied to you,” I said clearly.

Seth reached out, grabbed the phone from between us, and pressed the side button, turning the screen black.

“I thought maybe this was a good time for us to rethink things, Natalie.”

“Rethink my life?” I asked.

“We’re about to be husband and wife,” Seth said, his tone sliding into the overly relaxed, persuasive hum he used whenever an unexpected charge showed up on our joint account.