So when she told me she had aborted the baby, I thought it was just another test. If I got angry, she’d accuse me of treating her like a walking womb. If I looked relieved, she’d say I was dodging responsibility.
So I smiled.
“Blair, stop it. There’s no way you’d do that. You’re just testing me again, aren’t you? Seeing whether I’d lose it or not?”
“Come on, don’t mess with me. I love you. This ring…”
Blair cut me off again, her voice cold and merciless. “Alright, drop the act. First, yes, I really did get rid of the baby. Second, all those little ‘tests’ you thought I was playing? They weren’t tests at all. I used them to flip the story and make myself look like the victim so I could blame you and still come out clean.”
What?
I stood frozen, every inch of me stiff with shock.
“Yes,” she said, catching the look in my eyes and nodding with smug certainty. “I never saw you as someone I’d grow old with. You were just a placeholder, someone to string along until someone better came along. And now that I’ve found a real man, someone rich enough to give me everything I want, I don’t need you anymore.”