The Expiration of the Substitute
Language: en
It's been three months since I parted ways with my sugar daddy. He bumped into me on a European street, supporting my pregnant belly as I walked out of a hospital. "Quite ambitious, just too stupid," the man evaluated coldly. He had his assistant pass on a message and toss me a bank card, ordering me to abort the child. "Mr. Sterling won't be manipulated by a child, and the Sterling family won't open its doors for a bastard. He hopes you know your place and don't entertain any other thoughts." I politely declined the card and smiled. "You've misunderstood. This is my husband's and my…