Choose Your Own Family
"Honey, help me out. I'm being forced into this. Look at him; I really have no choice."
Kevin sneered and, without hesitation, grabbed Giselle by the hair, forcing her to look at him. "Forced? Didn't you crawl into my bed, saying he was no good? Didn't you say you were lonely? Now you want to regret it? Too late! Don't forget, you're carrying my child! And so what if he has a rich foster father backing him up? He's not his real son! What do you think—he'll give him any of his money? And you—don't you even know your place? You should be grateful that I'm willing to be with you. Now I'm wondering if the kid you're carrying is even mine, or if it belongs to some other man."