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onths
to remind me of how much of a disgrace I was. I was trapped in a cruel paradox-forced to keep the life growing inside me while being tormented for carrying it. I tried to act strong,
ng house filled with judgment and resentment. That dream, however, had shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
had to make things right for my baby. I couldn't s
ubtly yet unmistakably. My bump wasn't visible yet, but my face told another story-pale,
sound of laughter. It was coming from Bella's room. Her fiancé must have arrived. The maids had whispered about him-how hands
as I reached my father's study. I he
oice echoed from
oor behind me. He barely glanced up
nt?" he asked,
o talk to
nd on the arm of his chair. "Go a
ou're making me keep this baby, at least t
o a humorless smile
o I raise a child when you won't ev
colder than ever. "So you can
composure. "I need a job, Dad. I ne
ead your legs like a slut. You brough
opened, and my stepmother walked
of water on my father's desk before leaning down to place
she added, her voice dripping with fak
hen turned to my father. "She's right, though.
ace the world, knowing my daughter got pre
g to them debate my future li
wasn'
sn't thei
ment, I knew-I
" my stepmother's voi
satisfaction of seeing me break again. I had shed en
anted burden, I've already made my decision," I said, my vo
heel and walked out of the office, my father's
m against my chest, feeling the wild rhythm of
toward my room. My mind was a blur of anger and
the person sai
s, trying to mask the pain written all over my face.
One I never expec
whispered, my voice
"What do you mean,
fingers curled into fists as the weig
reason I'm i
oss his face. But I didn't wait for a response. My
st possible thoug
ven reme