The Baby I Chose Over You

When the news reached me that Julian was planning a three-day "seven times a night" challenge with an underclassman, I had just sent him the pregnancy test results.

The next second, his video call came through.

A girl was wrapped tightly in his arms, covered in kiss marks.

"Can't we just get rid of this baby? You two are a family of three... and I'm all alone."

Julian patted the girl while coaxing her, then issued me a command. "Get the abortion. She's crying."

I calmly refused him. "And if I don't?"

Julian froze, then smiled coldly. "If you don't, we're getting divorced."