“And stop making my grandmother side with someone like you! So what if you brought them back from the mud? Do you think a miracle doctor can really raise the dead?”
"Maria just had a really bad morning sickness again. Give me your son right now. No matter how painful it is, you have to deal with it. If you don’t, then forget about me going to the parent-teacher meeting."
After threatening me, he hung up the phone. He knew I would obey.
Angelo hated me. He didn’t like my son either. Even if I wanted him, my son’s biological father, to go to a school meeting, I had to give him blood from my heart.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again. Angelo sent a location. It was a nightclub.
[Bring your son here right now. Also, don’t forget to buy a box of condoms and some sexy lingeries on your way.]
My hands shook and my knuckles turned white from gripping the phone too hard.
Then Maria sent a message too.
[I’m allergic to cheap fabrics, so make sure to hand-wash the sexy underwear you bring.]
She even sent me their clothing sizes.
I blocked both of them.
I turned off the phone, placed my hand gently on my belly and spoke with a hoarse voice.
"Help me end this pregnancy."