We Are Passersby
Language: en
My boyfriend sent me, five months pregnant, hiking in Death Valley. All because I blacklisted his old flame’s breakfast spot. We had been together for eight years, and he always put me first. Until he took me to her café. His old flame, Stella, deliberately put something I was severely allergic to in my food. My face was nearly ruined, and I was slapped with a massive penalty clause from my modeling agency for breach of contract. When my manager tried to protect my career by warning others away from Stella's café, my boyfriend’s punishment was swift. He abandoned me in the desert. On the…