Wrecking His Marriage (Short Story Collection)
I buried myself in studying and focusing on my photography, dreaming of the day it could get me out of this city and far away from him.
I started picking up more freelance jobs. My aunt could only afford my tuition, and he had been paying my monthly allowance. I worked twice as hard to make sure I didn't need that anymore, to sever that last thin tie. Then, two weeks later, I got sick. It started with a constant, rolling nausea and a dizzy fatigue that led me straight to the school clinic. That was where I found out, with absolute clarity, that he had lied.
"Miss Fenwick, the results are back," the nurse said, her tone professionally gentle. "You're approximately three weeks pregnant."