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“No… no, no, no.” Tears blurred my vision as I stumbled back, my hands flying up to cover my face. “This can’t be happening. Oh my God, this can’t…” Kendra caught me before I collapsed to the floor. She pulled me into a hug, but I shook my head, sobbing. “I can’t do this,” I cried. “I can’t. I don’t even have a home, Kendra. I don’t have a job that will last. Who’s gonna hire a pregnant waitress in a damn nightclub? How the hell am I supposed to raise a baby?”

I gasped for air, but the pain in my abdomen kept sinking deeper and deeper. I had taken prenatal classes with Jeremiah. I knew what was happening. The trauma had triggered early labor. Although I knew the chances of saving the baby were slim, I couldn't give up hope. I begged Ethan again. "I was wrong. I'll never do it again. Please, spare me and the baby. I'm going into labor. Please call an ambulance. I'm begging you…" Ethan spat at me. "Even now, you're still thinking about that child? You clearly haven't learned a lesson! There's no way I'm letting that child leave the Moore residence alive!"

"I didn't know where to go. And I was too proud to ask for help. I thought I could handle it on my own. I know, it's crazy. But.. I've been abused by others and insulted so I refuse to go for help anymore. I nearly lost my baby in an accident. Alex's heart went out to her. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be pregnant and homeless, with no one to turn to. He made a decision right then and there. "Nickie, you're not going to be on the streets anymore. You're going to come home with me. My wife, Louisa, and I will take care of you until you get back on your feet. My wife needs a maid and babysitter. You could work for us and we'd take care of you. Don't worry, you won't have to do m

"I was in a slump abroad at that time, and I was fighting a bunch of children and some homeless people every day for food. As I kept fighting, my belly also gradually got bigger. To be honest, even I, myself, could not guarantee that I could still give birth to my children. Where was I supposed to go and deliver my children? I could not guarantee all that. I was simply thinking at that time, it would be also good for me to die together with my children and have my children keep me accompanied in my belly for just one more day. Perhaps God had seen that I've suffered so much. Perhaps God saw that my belly was truly too big. Suddenly, one day, I was taken home by a couple. That was a couple wh

“This lovely piece of paper means you are going to have to move out soon. Don’t worry; I can help you find somewhere nice… for a price.” I felt the walls closing in around me, a suffocating sense of hopelessness enveloping me. Not only had I just been dumped by my cheating boyfriend, but now I was possibly pregnant with a stranger’s child, and my mother—my only family—was gone. And now, I am also homeless.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Madison twists the doorknob open and steps in; she looks different, plumper than usual and it is obvious that she was pregnant. “I’m sorry I keep showing up unannounced, you won’t reply to my texts or return my calls, I didn’t know what to do,” she says standing at the doorframe. “I have no dealings with you Madison,I have no idea why you’re here.” “I’m homeless, I have nowhere to lay my head or even money to afford a hotel, I need your help, if you hate me so much at least consider your unborn baby.” “That thing in your belly isn’t mine, okay? There’s no proof.”

"Mr. Pitt, that's the patient's freedom. I don't know. "But she really was pitiful. When she was brought in, her clothes were soaked through with blood. "In all my years here, this is the first time I've seen such a cruel family member. His wife was pregnant and nearly died, but he never showed his face from beginning to end." The nurse kept talking to herself. But every word landed like a hammer blow against Leonard's heart. Miscarriage. He hadn't known I was pregnant. He certainly hadn't known that the daughter we had hoped for over more than ten years had disappeared so carelessly.