My Ex Demanded An Abortion
Language: en
Seven years with Harrison Cole. Seven years that dissolved into nothingness like sugar in hot tea. After the engagement was broken, a routine trip to the hospital handed me a shock: I was three months pregnant. Harrison slammed the medical report onto my desk, his face a mask of glacial indifference. "Ambitious, aren't we? Trying to trap me with a baby to secure your spot?" I stared at the paperwork, the black ink blurring slightly. I told him the truth: the child wasn't his. He didn’t believe me. In his world, everyone wanted a piece of him. He insisted on dragging me to the hospital…