James' POV:
Stella was driving me up the wall.
I went out of my way to do things I normally wouldn't, like cooking and shopping for women's clothing and personal items.
The VIP customer service professionals at the mall made things a tad simpler. I coughed up Stella's approximate measurement, emphasized her youthful beauty, and they selected everything. The staff showered compliments on my way out, with praises like "Your girlfriend is so lucky to have you", boosting my ego, even though they likely meant it merely as professional courtesy.
But the look of mockery on Stella's face when she saw what I had bought? A kick in the gut!
Furthermore, the way she bluntly spoke about not keeping our child tore me apart. Was bearing my child really that shameful? It was my dream to have a family
