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“Wendy, I know this is my fault. The child is mine, and I can’t just walk away. You’re also aware that even after all these years, you still haven’t gotten pregnant. I was wrong, but you should bear some responsibility too. Tell me how I can make it up to you.”
Inside, I sneered.
“Don’t you think it’s too late for that? If you truly want to make it up to me, bring me the pill.”
Clayton clenched his jaw and swore with all his heart.
“Wendy, I swear this is the last time. If it ever happens again, may I be left penniless and reduced to nothing.”
He had no idea that he was out of chances.
I held the last regret pill in my hand, though I did not take it in front of him.