Our breakup was ugly. The year he loved me most, I took $500,000 from his mother, aborted our child, and betrayed him. He knelt outside the operating room, crying and begging me not to be so cruel. He said he would hate me for the rest of his life. Six years later, when we met again, he had found a beautiful girlfriend from a similar background and was about to get married. I came to him in a desperate state, wanting to borrow some money. He forced me to attend his wedding, wanting me to witness him marrying another woman. He asked me if I regretted it. What he didn’t know was that I had raised our child alone. That child was sick and dying.
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