Ari’s POINT OF VIEW
I’m pregnant.
Sh*t. Sh*t.
I stare at the two faint lines like they’re mocking me. My breath catches, and I can’t even cry. I just sit there on the bathroom floor, the cold tiles pressing against my skin, the silence deafening.
Should I tell Wendy?
Nah. What’s the point? She’ll only try to convince me to keep it, talk about hope and fresh starts. But hope doesn’t fix broken hearts. Hope doesn’t erase betrayal.
I can’t do this.
I’m getting rid of it. I’m sorry, but I have to.
After my kids chose their father and his mistress over me, I promised myself I’d never let anyone chain me down again. After everything… after all the humiliation, the one-night stand with Adrian and Al was supposed to be a blur. A mistake I could forget with time. Pregnancy was the last thin
