Her parents had even tried to comfort me, telling me not to stress about it. Pregnancy happens when it happens. Just let nature take its course.
But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this.
There was nothing wrong with our bodies. Patricia could get pregnant.
She had been pregnant. She just never told anyone. Then, at Wyatt's urging, she went behind everyone's backs and quietly had it aborted.
I fought down the urge to kill someone and typed: "You talked her into an abortion. Aren't you afraid of karma?"
Wyatt replied: "Me? Afraid of karma? Ha! Don't make me laugh. There's no such thing."
"As long as my goddess belongs to me and only me."
"Even if lightning struck me down, I'd take it."
"Anyway, gotta go—my goddess and I are off to enjoy our romantic getaway in Hawaii. Later! Catch you in the next video."
After that, Wyatt stopped replying.
And I made a major decision in my heart.
A few days later.
We were eating dinner when my in-laws asked where Patricia was.
They hadn't seen her in days.
I hesitated before answering. "Mom, Dad... Patricia's been busy with a lot of things."
They seemed a little suspicious, but accepted the explanation.
Then, a week later, they got into a car accident.