I flinched. “I ended it! Check my log. I haven’t answered him.”
“That ain’t the point!” His voice echoed through the apartment. “You make me look stupid. Everybody knows you belong to that billionaire nigga.”
“Trevon—”
Before I could finish the sentence, his hand cracked across my face.
The sound rang in my ears.
The room went silent after that.
He looked shocked for a second.
Like he didn’t mean to do it.
But I didn’t move.
Didn’t scream.
Didn’t leave.
Because the truth was…
I deserved some of that anger.
I cheated.
And he knew it.
He threw my phone across the room.
“We gonna keep talking about this until you tell me the truth.”
Now here I was.
Sitting in the same apartment.
Holding a pregnancy test.
Trying to figure out how the hell I was supposed to fix this.
My plan had been simple.
Take the test.
Confirm it.
Then go quietly handle it.
Abortion clinic.
No baby tying me to a man who didn’t belong to me.
I stared at the test again.
My heart pounded.
And that’s when the bathroom door opened.
