Second Lead’s Jump Halted: I’m Pregnant
Language: en
When the gentle, jilted CEO in a romance novel was about to jump from a skyscraper, I stopped him, my hand on my pregnant belly. “Mr. Eckert, before you die, could you do me a favor and sign the consent form for my abortion? I’m carrying your child!” He stared at me, his mind finally recalling a night months ago, when he’d been drugged and spent a wild night with a stranger. That stranger was me.