I didn’t wait for him to respond. I didn’t need to hear more excuses or justifications. The conversation had only made one thing clear—there was nothing left for me in this relationship. I wasn’t going to let this child be a part of Rozen’s world—a world where I didn’t matter.
By the time I walked into the clinic, my resolve had hardened. It wasn’t an easy decision. I couldn’t keep clinging to the hope that things would change, that Rozen would suddenly become the man I needed him to be. I had to let go.
As I sat in the waiting room, my hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly. The soft hum of the air conditioning was the only sound, but my mind was loud, spinning with thoughts I couldn’t quiet. When they called my name, I stood up, my legs steady, my mind clear. I knew what I had to do.
This was the end of one chapter. And maybe, just maybe, the start of something better.