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at me. This little stick held the promise of a future I had only ever dreamed of, a future with Lawrence, my husband, the man I had grown to love

e Knights always stuck with me. It was

igh school. From what she told me and what I had gathered, Lawrence was a wealthy busi

o nervous. He was this tall, good-looking guy with

gnition passed between us. I felt my cheeks flush with he

g his hand with a charming smile that s

steady my trembling voice as I shook

a seat at the table he had reserved for us. As we settled into our chairs,

mon and shared similar interests. The conversation just seemed to flow naturally between us, like we'd known e

e broached the subject that had been lingering in

illa," He spoke seriously, but the

w, curious about w

k a deep breath. His eyes locked with mine i

said bluntly, and his words li

sure of how to respond to

," I protested with my mind racing

e corners of his lips. "I know it sounds crazy, but

by my side would help to quell the rumors and speculation surrounding

rriage with you?" I asked incredulously,

comfortable with the idea, but I would compensate you

stage of my life But then, when I looked into Lawrence's eyes and saw that he was feeling scared inside even though he seeme

had made up my mind, I reached out a

said, my voice

be you

stormed into the room with an expression twisted with rage. He tossed an envelope in my direction, and a

eted as I took

d in moments that could easily be mis

though our position was not grievous, stil

usation that could cut through the air like a

otested even though my voice trembled with a mixture of fear and de

ere with your sister that night," he cou

sister with yo

my sister at a club and get to spend the night with her but she didn't show up. When I was about to leave, Clinton sho

h after that. But I swear nothing happened between

ily, but the doubt still lingered in hi

a. But you've shattered that dream with your b

heart fell as I realized it was a divorce paper. "Please, Lawrence,

allowing the weight of his accusations to crush me. And in that moment the reality of our crum

eceived. But on second thought, telling him about my pregnancy will e

wrence's accusations still kept ringing in my ears, causing an uncontrollable tear. I al

ort and understanding, perhaps as friends with Lawrence, she would talk to him

g from the shock of her accusations. I couldn't believe that my best fr

as I struggled to find the

elieve me," I pleaded, my vo

ng to hurt Lawrence. He

she continued to berate me disgustingly. Her words we

eve me. Questions swayed across

t feel a profound sense of betrayal, both by Lawre

and prepared to leave the house, perhaps to

in future, with my unborn kid when suddenly I remembered something. I had forgotten an imp

ation as I retraced my path to the place that had once been my home.