After I had daughter with another man, my chubby left me for good

him away, my anger flaring, "He didn't do

he able with a sickening crack. His forehead met the wood, and in an instant, a geyse

riented, blood streaming down his face, mixi

holding Julian Whitmore, urg

ve my forehead. "Sophia." he whispered, voice hoars

face in my hands, I stared into his fading eyes. "You're the father of my child," I hissed, "You're the one w

ood dribbling down his chin. "Our...our

a fierce kiss to his bloodied lips. "An

glimpse of Lucas still slumped on the ground, the bl

dn't dare

behind the convenience store counter. The moment I laid eyes on him, time stood sti

this life behind," I commanded, voice dripping with desperate ye

slapped the glossy black

tched surface, hitting the

miss," he spat, voi

eaner than whatever strings you'd attach to that card. I ear

ence store flickered overhead, casting

a pristine business card from my purse, the

I declared, my tone

xt to his cracked name

I will be

in a Lamborghini Aventador as promised, standing in that n

many things that even

I had people hang banners outside

e, I walked throug

from different worlds,

his convenience store, once, twice, nine

there's still a huge, ugly scar on my back. I was in so much pain that I sweated cold, but I still gritted

first time I saw him cry, his