“Have you looked in the mirror? Do you really think I’d marry someone like you and actually have your child? I only dated you because you were easy to flaunt, decent-looking, and obedient like a dog. Sure, you only make a few tens of thousands a month, but at least you spent every cent on me.”
“But dating? That’s just for fun. Marriage? That’s a whole different game.”
With a toss of her hair, she let out another smug, scornful laugh.
“Oh, and by the way, I had the baby aborted yesterday.”
“Did you honestly think I’d let a pregnancy chain me to some broke loser? Raise a bunch of little nobodies and live a miserable life forever? Not a chance.”
2
Blair was always calculating, a master of mind games. She liked to test me, to see if my love was real or if I’d obey her every whim like some loyal dog.
Once, she returned from a business trip and deliberately left a pair of men’s slippers by the bed just to see if I’d get jealous. Another time, she called her best friend and pretended to be talking to a man, calling him “darling” while watching my reaction from the corner of her eye.