His words felt like a slap to the face. A mistake? That’s all he thought it was?
I scoffed bitterly. “A mistake? Do you know how much pain you caused me? Do you know what it felt like to go through that abortion? The cramps, the blood, the shame… I felt like I was being torn apart, piece by piece. And you... you didn’t even care!”
His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought I saw some regret in his eyes. “I do care, Emily,” he said quietly.
“Do you?” I shot back, my voice rising. “Because it doesn’t feel like it. All you’ve done is manipulate me, control me, and make me feel like I’m nothing.”
“Shhhh...” he said softly.
He reached across the table, his hand hovering just above mine. “I never meant to hurt you,” he said softly. “I know I’ve made mistakes, but I want to make it right
