Three Months Pregnant, I Hear My Drunk Husband Call Me a Priced - Tagged Commodity

I'm Pregnant, But All I Got Was "Aria Collins? I Despise Such Commodities with a Price Tag."

After he got drunk, I found lipstick marks on his shirt collar that weren't mine. My heart turned to ashes.

I terminated our child.

On the day of our divorce, I threw down the agreement: "Mr. Bennett, we're done."

I left everything in our marital home, including his photos.

He asked me with reddened eyes: "What about me? Are you leaving me behind too?"

Later, Lucas Bennett stopped me in the pouring rain like a madman, pulling out a crumpled prenatal check-up form: "We clearly had a child..."

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