His Toxic Love, Her Escape
ection. "Just a fun distraction." I tossed and turned in the b
n't co
laughing about the naive little diner girl who actually thought he cared.
sn't just about love. It was about class. I was a project for him, a novelty. The working-class gi
friend Brittany, looked at me with thinly veiled contempt. They saw me as a gold-digger, a temporary stain on their p
as one of them. He was the worst of
r me. This baby, our baby, was conceived in a fantasy. Now, it felt like a trap. How cou
e joy spread across his face. The thought now seemed pathetic. Sharing this new
of bed, my movements robotic. I showered, dressed, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. The girl
. I couldn't have th
. I scrolled through my contacts, past Liam'
y voice w
s wrong? You
me diner and knew my whole story with Liam. She had always been cautious
oked with a fresh wave of pain. The club,
, her voice firm. There was
do something for me. Can you... can you he
end of the line. I could pictur
are yo
ered. "This was a m
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