"Ms. Cervini, are you sure? You're three months in. This might mean no kids—ever."I didn't flinch. "I'm sure."The nurse gave me that soft, pitying look but kept quiet.Once the anesthesia wore off, I popped the pill.Oliver had faked his memory loss. But in seven days, I'd really forget him.I booked a ticket home for exactly one week later.Right as I set my phone down, the door burst open. Oliver walked in with a ridiculous bouquet."My princess," he said, all charm, "may I have the honor of taking you to my class reunion?"Since the crash, he'd been laying it on thick—flowers every day, barely working, always planning some cute little outing.But this same doting Oliver had knocked someone else up.Just yesterday, his side chick showed up. First thing she did? Drop to her knees, begging me to let him go."Perry and I aren't pretty or successful like you," Katy sniffled. "You'll find someone better. But we're from the middle of nowhere. Our parents only care about sons.
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