Nyelle
I slowly shut the door behind me while tightening my grip around my phone unconsciously. Honestly, I still couldn’t believe I actually came home because of one single text message from Vincent.
One message. That was all it took.
The realization annoyed me a little because after everything he had done, after all the humiliation and neglect, one small message from him still managed to pull me right back to him like my heart had no pride left.
My eyes slowly dropped toward the screen again as the message replayed inside my head.
My dad wants a grandchild. Come home early tonight.
A strange ache settled inside my chest again.
The painful part was that I wanted the same thing too. I wanted a baby desperately, not because his father demanded one and not because it would suddenly ma
