I folded the signed divorce agreement, put it in my bag, and headed for the door with my suitcase.
When I opened it, I paused without looking back.
"Don't wait, Ryan. If I ever forgave you, my mother would roll over in her grave."
I touched my abdomen, where a child had once grown.
"And the baby..."
"Mia, I'm sorry!"
He slapped himself across the face.
"I was a monster. I honestly didn't know you were pregnant. Of course I would've wanted my own child. Please forgive me. We can start again and have more children. As many as you want. A daughter who looks like you, a son who looks like me."
I covered my mouth as nausea rose in my throat.
"Stop making me sick, Ryan. I'll say this one last time: there is no future for us. We're over. From now on, we go our separate ways and owe each
