Few weeks later, I came back from work at a late hour and froze when I saw Damon sitting in the living room. Expensive red wine was on the table, and a cigarette hung from his fingers, creating a thick cloud of smoke that filled the air.
My heart raced, and panic surged through me as I noticed the pregnancy test paper crumpled on the chair.
"It's... I..." I stammered, words failed to form in my lips.
"You are pregnant, aren't you?" His cold, commanding voice left no room for lies. Tears began to well up in my eyes; I was terrified of what he might do to my child.
"Yes, I... am," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Who's the father?" he demanded, his tone growing louder.
"What...?" I gasped.
"You dare to sleep around for only three months I left you!”
The child is yours,You are the only one who has touched me!" I screamed, the fear fading as my fury took over. I could never cheat, despite everything he did to me. Tears streamed down my face as I stood my ground.
Damon raised my chin violently, forcing me to look straight at him. "If the child is mine, then abort it," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion.