After thinking it over, I went to the hospital and asked the doctor to schedule an abortion.
I was born into misfortune. I couldn’t let my child have such a terrible father.
This child and I were simply not meant to be.
Just as I was about to go into surgery, Shawn called me.
As soon as I picked up, deafening music blasted and Shawn shouted on the other end.
"Tell that idiot Yelena who Shawn Sterling is!"
I stayed silent, swallowing back the words I wanted to say.
On the other end of the phone, Shawn continued his rant.
"Yelena, you’ve spent years licking my boots and sending me a bit of money every month. Isn't all your scheming to cling to me and latch onto our Sterling Family?"
"It's too late to break up with me now! You've been completely controlled by me."
"If you're smart, come crawling back and apologize to me. Maybe I'll give you another chance."
So noisy. Was Shawn this kind of jerk?
Looking at the baby's strong heartbeat on the ultrasound, I sighed.
It felt like the delicate, crystal-like image of Shawn in my mind had just vanished like smoke.
During the month I spent recovering after surgery, I saw Shawn completely let loose in Hannah's social media posts.