I didn’t hesitate. I took a taxi straight to the hospital.
The doctor glanced at my form, frowning.
“Miss Corbin, the father’s signature is required for an abortion. Isn’t he here?”
“He’s dead.”
The doctor fell silent, then quietly filled out the paperwork. The sympathy in his eyes cut deeper than any blade.
Once, Evander only had me in his heart. But the moment he brought Althea into our lives, everything changed.
Half-dazed, I finished the forms. While paying at the counter, a notification buzzed on my phone.
A video. From Althea.
In it, Evander knelt before her, licking at her rhinestone-studded nails. Disgust twisted his face, yet he still forced a laugh.
“Damn, Althea. Do your feet stink? You trying to kill me?”
She sneered. “You’re honored hot mama lets you atone for your sins, and you still dare complain? I’ll teach you a lesson.”
A second later, her message followed.
“Thalia, don’t be angry. I already taught this rebellious son a lesson for you. He’ll be obedient from now on!”
I stared at the video, numb.
With a bang, every sweet memory I’d clung to shattered into dust.
The pain tore through my chest, crushing my insides.
Evander—who claimed to have mysophobia.