Chapter 1
The first time Johnson Burgini cheated, he dropped to his knees, slapping himself across the face, swearing he would never do it again.
The tenth time, he smirked. “Once I’ve had my fun, I’ll still come home.”
By the twentieth, he shoved divorce papers at me like I was nothing.
That night, I ripped them to shreds and smashed every piece of glass in the house.
The thirtieth time, he sent the papers already signed.
So I slit my wrist–just to make him come back. Blood soaked the floor.
No one came.
When I woke, it wasn’t my husband at my side. It was his friends.
“So what if you built everything with him from scratch?”
“He’s already stressed from your depression. Let him play with younger girls. Do you have to cry and pull suicide stunts for this?”
They expected me to beg again. To cling again.
But this time, I picked up the pen. And without hesitation–I signed.
The very next morning, I booked an abortion.
Johnson, I’m done waiting for you to come back.
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When I got home after the procedure, my lower stomach still throbbed..
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My whole body felt like it was being eaten alive by thousands of ants.
I looked at the thousandth “gift” sent by Johnson’s mistress. Their photos -locking eyes, holding hands, kissing, in bed–had already filled an entire storage room.
As soon as I stepped in, a heady scent hit me from the living room. Johnson was back from his business trip.
My eyes landed on the damp stain left on our 50,000–dollar fabric sofa. I gagged, covering my mouth.
“That’s a gift from Julie. Why the ugly face?”
I looked upstairs. There he was, fresh out of the shower.
Following his gaze, I saw a tiny gift box on the coffee table, right next to an empty condom box.
I looked away, pressing through the pain in my stomach, and slowly bent down to change my shoes.
He came down the stairs. “I heard you were looking for me the other day. What was so important that it had to be in person?”
My hand instinctively pressed against the meds and surgical report in my bag.
I thought this baby could bring him back. I had called him, heart full of hope, ready to tell him we finally had a baby.
But Juliette Cameron answered.
She laughed and told me that just moments before, Johnson had pulled down her strap and, breathless with desire, said he wanted a baby with
her.
Chapter 1
The blow triggered another episode.
After I hung up, I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching for the blade and cutting my wrist.
But now, I just shook my head at him.
“It’s nothing. I must’ve touched something by mistake.”
