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SEVENTY-EIGHT

HAPPY.

Giordana.

With my eyes still closed, I tried to move towards the source of warmth that had me enveloped throughout the night, only to feel a cold surface.

I opened my eyes and scanned the room for him but he was not in.

I attempted to sit up on the bed, clutching the comforter to my bare body but my bump was an obstacle.

Letting out a frustrated groan, I lay back on the bed, feeling my tears threatening to spill.

Did Philip leave? He probably didn't like my performance or something?

Of course, who would sleep with a heavily pregnant woman and enjoy it?

Did I forgive him too easily? I confessed my love for him. How much more gullible can I be?

The door to the room was pushed open, interrupting my thoughts.

"Babe, I prepared breakfast for you, but first you'll have to brush your teeth a

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