Tyrant’s Flower
I was pregnant and due any day. Austin Revelstone, my husband, had a sugar baby named Tawny Sully. Each time they renewed their arrangement, money came into my mother’s special care account.
One day, he stayed a little longer to talk to me. Because of it, he was one minute late for his date with Tawny.
Tawny was upset. She threw a tantrum and threatened to terminate their agreement. She would only stay if I aborted my baby.
So, Austin slid the abortion form and a check for three million dollars across the table to me.
“Please, just sign it. We can always have another kid. If Tawny cries anymore, she’ll get wrinkles.”
He looked calm and unbothered. It was as if he were just talking about the weather.
I raised my head and looked at him in disbelief.
I trembled for a long time. Then, I finally signed my name on the abortion form.
I wiped my tears and gave the check back to him.
I made one additional request. “Let’s make that fake divorce certificate real this time.”
I no longer needed his financial support for my mother’s surgery.