Angela's POVNews of the appointment for the abortion reached my husband, Jared Dickson, that very evening. Within the next half hour, the sound of his heavy, hurried footsteps approached me."What the hell do you think you're doing, Angela Baxter? Did you think that you could just decide to abort the baby on a whim?" he yelled in my face, tossing the appointment slip onto the coffee table, his eyes as dark as thunder."I'm not doing anything," I replied calmly. "I just didn't want this baby anymore."Jared looked puzzled at first. Then, he caught sight of the round-the-world travel itinerary on the table and laughed knowingly and derisively."So, this is why you're throwing a tantrum?"For the first time ever, he actually offered an explanation to me."Lena has been working diligently by my side for two years, and I was just simply rewarding her and her family. She deserved it."My eyes remained fixed on the figure of 780,000 dollars. All I wanted was an ergonomic chair that c
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