#PregnancyFortuneLending
Just those three words made me freeze, echoing what Savannah had said the night before.
With trembling hands, I tapped the link.
What I saw nearly made me drop the phone.
Photo after photo of me, heavily pregnant, flooded the screen, densely packed, each one tagged with a clear price.
The comments section was even more unbearable.
"This woman's got it going on! Still looks damn good!"
"Smoking hot. I wonder what the experience is like. I heard from a businessman that he was nearly bankrupt. I tried it once and the next day, everything turned around."
"She already looks spicy as hell. Even if the fortune thing's fake, I'd still wanna try."
Those filthy words left my mind blank.
I felt like a naked animal, mocked and humiliated through a screen.
Just then, my phone rang. In a panic, I pressed to answer.
"Hey, you're that pregnant woman from the internet, right? Name your price!"
A sleazy voice slithered through the speaker and terror seized me. I threw the phone across the room.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Hunter walked in, saw the panic on my face and rushed to hold me. He picked up the phone.