(Mia P.O.V)
“Why are you here? What do you want?” I ask while walking past him to the door.
“Look, Mia, I know you hate me, and I understand why?” he said and I look at him with a glare.
“Hate is the understatement Mr. Stone, I despise you,” I said taking a long breath to calm me down, not wanting anything happens to the baby.
“I know, I know but please let me explain to me why I did, what I did?” he pleaded me.
“And why should I do that, give me one reason to do that? Do you have any idea, what I and mom have gone through, how did I feel when my classmate calls me an illegal child and other names, how did I feel when I saw them with their father. How did I feel when I attained the weddings and saw the bride walk to alter with her father, huh, because I don’t after what I and my mothe
