After One Night
He stood from the bed and walked toward me, but kept his distance like I was diseased.
“Since you’re so clueless, let me help you out,” he said. “Fiona is my girlfriend. She’s beautiful, classy, hardworking. You? You’re a maid who can’t afford to feed herself, walking around with some bastard child in that oversized belly. So next time, don’t ever dare mock Fiona. I’m Jordan Denver. When I speak, it’s law. You’ve no idea what I’m capable of.”
I stood there, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. This wasn’t just some stranger saying these things—it was the man I loved. The man who once held me like I was the most precious thing in the world but now calling his own unborn child a bastard.