Me and my child? We were nothing but a joke. The child in my womb now felt like an even crueler one.
After scheduling an abortion, I got into my car, only to spot Yzail and Zolenn in the parking lot.
“Yzail, if you really want to marry me, you have two options: either cancel your engagement or make Lanaya your bridesmaid.”
“Canceling the engagement isn’t right. I don’t want you to be gossiped about.”
“Then make Lanaya my bridesmaid!”
I eased off the accelerator, curious to see if Yzail, the man who always prided himself on being moral and upright, would agree to such an outrageous demand.
“Alright, you little trickster. Now you can rest easy and marry me, right?” he chuckled.
“But you have to tell her on the wedding day. If she runs away, I won’t have a bridesmaid!” Zolenn added.
“Don’t worry, she owes me her life. I’ve protected her for ten years. Now that I’ve found someone I want to protect for a lifetime, asking her for this small favor will surely save her face. She’ll agree!”
They pressed against the pillar, kissing like the world around them didn’t exist, shredding the last bit of my heart.
I took the key out of the ignition and sat quietly, too weak to drive.