Dustin Horne froze on the spot, panic flashing across his face."Lily, listen to me..." he started."Do these clothes need to be washed?" I interrupted, gesturing toward the pile of shirts and pants on the sofa.His face turned ghastly pale as he scrambled to grab my hand."Lily, don't be like this. Just let me explain.""Like what? Isn't it a good thing I'm staying out of your way?"I looked at him, a faint smile touching my lips. He shook his head, his voice tentative and cautious."You're... not angry?"I knew why he was so confused. Six months ago, the day I had caught him cheating with Hattie Shields, I had lost my mind.I had printed over a dozen explicit photos of them and plastered them all over his firm's front entrance. And when he brought up divorce, I stabbed him three times before running up to the rooftop.That day, my parents and my best friend, Ophelia Cameron, dragged a bloodied Dustin in front of me, clutching my ultrasound results."Lily, you're pregnant,"
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