I Don't Need You
307 Words
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*Chapter 9: I Don't Need You*
The car was silent.
Only the rain.
Rayan turned the heater on. "You're soaked."
"I don't care," I said.
He gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles were white.
"Alia, please. Talk to me."
I stared out the window. The city lights were blurry through the rain.
8 weeks. His baby.
And the man who called me "an option" 2 years ago and walked away.
"Is it mine?" he asked again. Softer this time. Broken.
I turned to him.
No tears. Just fire.
"Listen, Rayan," I said. My voice didn't shake.
"Whether the baby is yours or not..."
I paused. Watched his face crack.
"I'll handle it alone."
His face fell.
"What?"
"Queen Holdings is $2.1 Billion," I said calmly.
"I have lawyers. Doctors. Money. A whole team."
"I don't want your company. I don't want your name."
"And most importantly..."
I reached for the door handle.
"I don't want you."
His breath caught. "Alia, don't--"
I opened the door.
Cold air and rain hit my face.
"I stepped out into the rain.
No umbrella.
No backup.
No him.
Behind me: "Alia!!"
I didn't stop.
The car door slammed. The engine revved.
The car drove away.
I stood there. Wet. Cold. Shaking.
And for the first time in 2 years... completely free.
The hospital lights were still on behind me.
My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket.
I took it out. Texted the doctor.
`Book the appointment. Private.`
My finger hovered over send.
Then I deleted it.
I looked up at the dark sky.
Rain on my face felt like washing off 2 years of pain.
Because Queens don't fall.
Queens make decisions.
And I just made mine.
My heels clicked on the pavement.
I didn't look back.
This was the start of my new story.
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*End of Chapter 9*
- Writer
