The man who never once held my hand, who recoiled when I leaned in for a hug.
The man who only got me pregnant because he was drunk that night with Althea.
When we returned home, the guests had gone, leaving bottles and trash scattered everywhere.
Evander lounged on the sofa, cigarette between his lips, legs lifted off the ground, unmoving.
“Clean it up. These bastards really know how to piss me off.”
Before, I would have done it without a word—his obedient babysitter.
But this time, I stayed still.
“Evander…” I forced the words out. “Let’s break up.”
He barely looked up from his phone.
“What? Say that again. I didn’t hear—Althea just threw ten kills in a row and ruined my game. Damn idiot. Nearly made my pants fall off.”
He cursed into the mic.
“Hey, give me another kill! You want your dad to spank you?”
I drew a deep breath. “I said, let’s break up.”
This time, he heard. His phone clattered against the floor.
“Are you insane?” His eyes narrowed. “What nonsense are you spouting?”
I sank onto the chair, pressing my aching stomach.
“I’m serious. I think… Althea might be better for you.”
From the broken phone came Althea’s shrill voice.