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Daniela
It’s really hard to buy a pregnancy test when you constantly have large, protective, overly curious men following you around. I only managed it because I headed deep into the no-man’s land of feminine hygiene products at the drugstore and grabbed one off an end cap while getting some tampons. My guard didn’t even want to look at the box—or the test tucked behind it—when it was being rung up.
But now, after throwing up my dinner, I’ve finally worked up the nerve to take it … and now I’m staring one of my worst fears in the face. Pregnant.
Armand, who can’t love me, has gotten me pregnant.
There’s nothing to stop him from throwing me out to cover his own a*s. There’s nothing keeping him from making me homeless and hopeless right now, just like the bank did. It’s all over … an
