The door snicked shut, a sound that ripped Stella’s world apart, leaving her stranded on the cold concrete. The words he’d uttered echoed in her ears, a chilling, final verdict: “Go find the person who got you pregnant now, because it’s not me.” He hadn’t just denied the baby; he had denied them. Denied their history, their intimacy, every whispered promise. He’d looked at her like a stranger, an inconvenient ghost from a life he was already eager to shed.
Her feet moved mechanically, one in front of the other, each step a heavy weight on her soul. The envelope, now a crinkled, tear-stained confession, was still clutched in her hand, a cruel memento of a hope that had never stood a chance.
Reaching the flat she shared with Blessing felt like an eternity. She opened the door and went in w
