Willow Creek Cemetery was less than a three-hour drive from the Malibu beach house. Tessa and I waited for six hours. Caleb and Julian never came.

After the funeral, Tessa was consumed by grief, crying every day until her eyes were permanently red and swollen.

I fared no better. I woke up screaming from nightmares every night, finding no peace even with sleeping pills.

Meanwhile, Maya was posting a storm on Instagram. In one video, a shirtless Caleb and Julian lounged by the pool of their beach house, smiling indulgently at her.

Maya sat between them, her cheeks flushed, biting her lip as she theatrically rubbed sunscreen on their shoulders for the camera while Julian fed her a strawberry.

The shot cut off at the waist, implying they were all but naked.

The caption read: "Getting a little tired of seeing these perfect bodies all the time. I'm in no rush to leave, but these two are so devoted to my recovery they won't even pick up the phone."

Not long after I saw that post, Maya started a livestream. In it, Caleb was massaging her shoulders while Julian peeled grapes and placed them in her mouth.

She let out soft, contented sighs, her cheeks a perfect shade of pink.

The comment section exploded.

"God, this girl is living the dream! I'd trade places with her in a heartbeat."

"Two gorgeous guys all to herself? So, Maya, which one are you gonna choose?"

"She's a grown woman. Obviously, she'll take them both!"

Maya bit her lip and glanced coyly from one to the other. "I'm so useless. I get a little sad, and I need both of you to make me feel better."

Caleb smiled, patting her head. "Don't be silly. You'll always be our little princess."

Julian nodded earnestly. "Always."

When Tessa saw the livestream, she just broke down.

I grabbed her hand. "Don't cry. They're the ones who should be ashamed. If anyone should be crying, it's them, not us."

I couldn't stand another second of this farce. I grabbed the divorce papers, pulled Tessa into the car, and we flew straight to Los Angeles. We drove to the beach house to confront them.

We were bundled in heavy winter coats, so they didn't even notice our pregnancies were gone.

"I told you I'd be back for the birth. What are you doing here? Clara, Maya's finally starting to feel better. Don't come here and cause trouble, okay? Just go home. I have to make her dinner."

Caleb gave me a weary look and turned to go back inside.

I darted forward and grabbed his arm. "Oh, so you do remember I'm due any day now? You weren't there when I was dying, and you missed our son's funeral. Now I'm standing right in front of you, and you still think making dinner for your mistress is more important?"

Caleb's expression hardened. "What mistress? That's ridiculous. There's nothing between Maya and me. Don't you dare drag her name through the mud. If you're just going to throw around baseless accusations, then we have nothing left to say."

All he'd heard was the word "mistress." In that moment, my heart froze solid.

I shoved the divorce papers against his chest.

"Your head is so full of Maya, isn't it? Fine. Go be with her. I'm done. Sign the papers!"

Caleb's brow furrowed. "Clara, I've been a good husband. Are you really going to throw our marriage away over some paranoid fantasy?"

"A good husband? You ignore your pregnant wife, you skip your own son's funeral, and you give your mistress massages while you get 'physical therapy' half-naked together—and you have the nerve to call yourself a good husband?"

Just then, Julian walked out, his face a mask of impatience.

"Tessa, why do you always have to meddle in their business? You two are unbelievable. You're almost seven months pregnant and you're out here making a scene. For the sake of your baby, can't you just be quiet for once?"

He shouldn't have mentioned the baby. The word was a lit match. Tessa exploded. She snatched her divorce papers and slapped them across his face.

"I'm done with you, Julian. I want a divorce, too!"

Julian's face went dark.

Caleb rubbed his temples. "Pregnant women are so emotional. Let them cool off. Maya's probably hungry. Let's go eat."

And with that, they turned and walked back into the house, leaving us standing in the biting sea breeze. Through the window, we could see them laughing with Maya as if nothing had happened.

Tessa and I shivered in the cold night air. We pounded on the door, but they ignored us.

"They asked for this," I said, glancing at Tessa.

She nodded grimly. We got back in our car, pulled a megaphone from the trunk, strapped it to the roof, and began circling the exclusive beachfront community.

"Caleb Hayes and Julian Hayes ditched their pregnant wives to spend two weeks shacked up, naked, with Maya Keller!"

"Maya Keller is sleeping with two men at once!"

It was a gated community for the ultra-rich. Everyone knew everyone. Humiliation was guaranteed.

After just two laps, our phones blew up. A moment later, Caleb and Julian rushed out, with a tearful Maya trailing behind them, and blocked our car.

Maya was a wreck, her eyes red and puffy. "Is it because I'm not rich and beautiful like you? Is that why you hate me so much? If everyone just wants me to disappear, then maybe I should just die!"

"Clara, how can you be so cruel?" Julian yelled.

Tessa's eyes were bloodshot as she stepped in front of me. "You're the cruel one! You're cruel and disgusting!"

Maya made a show of lunging toward me. "Don't stop me! I have nothing left to live for!"

"No, Maya!" Caleb leaped forward, catching her just in time. In his heroic effort to "protect" her from our "attack," he shoved me hard.

I stumbled back and fell to the ground.

Tessa rushed to help me, but she tripped and fell hard herself.

"Clara, are you okay? I didn't mean to—" Caleb reached for me, his eyes landing on my midsection. "Your stomach… it's flat."

Julian, who was helping Tessa up, also froze. His voice trembled as he looked at her. "Tessa… our baby… wh-where's our baby?"