The math hit me like a truck. If Marcus and I hadn't been together in over a year, and I was clearly only a few months along, this baby was not his.I didn't know why my future self had done what she'd done. But one thing was certain: I couldn't keep this child.I called the hospital and booked a procedure.But as I was walking out of the clinic, a young man stepped into my path."Hey, babe. You sick or something?"I looked up at him. He couldn't have been older than twenty-one or twenty-two. Sharp jaw, striking features. He had the kind of bone structure that reminded me of a younger Marcus. But unlike Marcus's calm steadiness, he had a far flashier, more brazen air. A two-centimeter scar cut through his eyebrow, giving his handsome face a feral edge.The problem was, I had absolutely no memory of this person."I'm sorry, who are you?"He flashed me a grin. "It's been, what, a few days? And you've already forgotten me? That's cold.""You haven't come to the Arena to watch me fight in
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