From the high-rise windows of her penthouse, Bridget watched the city lights, but her mind was miles away, fixed on the fortified walls of the Watson mansion. To the world, the Watsons were an empire; to her, they were a stinging reminder of a throne she believed was hers by right of logic.
The reports she received from her "sources" inside the estate were becoming increasingly difficult to stomach. It wasn't just that Jay was pregnant—it was the quality of the care she was receiving. It was a level of devotion that Bridget hadn't factored into her calculations.
The Bitter Analysis
Bridget paced her marble floor, a glass of expensive, dark wine in her hand. She had heard about the 3:00 AM mango runs. She had heard about Keifer, a man who once valued every millisecond of his time, now spending hours reading pregnancy manuals and sitting in silence just to feel the "Glow" of his wife's presence.
"He's a drone," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief. "He's a world-class CEO, and he's being reduced to a delivery boy for spicy crackers and fruit."
To Bridget, it wasn't romantic; it was a malfunction. She saw the family's unity—Mamma Serina's specialized kitchen, Pappa Keizer's garden renovations, and even the "Brotherly Shield" provided by Ci N and the boys—as a fortress she couldn't breach. Every act of care was another brick in a wall that kept her out.
The Jealous Observation
What hurt Bridget the most wasn't the luxury—she had luxury. It was the possessiveness. She had seen photos of Keifer escorting Jay to Peralta Hospital for her check-up with Ci N. Even in a grainy long-lens shot, Keifer's body language screamed 1,000% ownership. The way he shielded Jay from the wind, the way his hand never left her back—it was a version of Keifer that Bridget had convinced herself didn't exist.
The Mamma Factor: Bridget had always tried to impress Serina with her business acumen, but now Serina was pouring all that maternal warmth into Jay, the woman who "stole" the position.
The Hubby Factor: Seeing Keifer trade his cold, calculating efficiency for warm, protective tenderness felt like a personal insult to Bridget's own cold nature.
The Dark Resolve
As the second month progressed and the "Baby Watson" news became the talk of the elite, Bridget's jealousy transitioned from hot anger to a cold, simmering resentment. She watched the way the family rallied around Jay, creating a sanctuary that felt impenetrable.
"They think they've secured the legacy," Bridget murmured, her eyes reflecting the cold moonlight. "They think the system is perfect because Ci N says the 'software' is good."
She took a slow sip of her wine, her mind already looking for the one thing Keifer couldn't protect Jay from: the psychological weight of an empire. Bridget knew that the more Keifer cared, the more he had to lose. And in the second month of Jay's pregnancy, Bridget wasn't looking to strike the body—she was looking for a way to flicker the light of that "Glow" until the Empress herself began to doubt the stability of her perfect world.