I Chose Abortion Over My Ex's Cruel Games

At eight months pregnant, William Ward, my unborn child's father, hosted a divorce celebration for his former flame.

He even requested that I personally construct a 16-tier champagne pyramid for the occasion.

As the festivities began, Lilah Holloway 'unintentionally' toppled the pyramid, slicing her finger in the process.

"William, where on earth did you find the incompetents who assembled this?! They're as dense as swine!"

While William shot me an icy glare, Lilah grinned maliciously and remarked, "Oh. Actually, Emberly, you do rather resemble a pig."

Trembling with fury, I struck her, demanding an apology.

But William rose and knocked me to the ground.

"She wasn't even aware it was your work. Why are you losing your cool?!" he snarled. "Is she incorrect? Your stomach is enormous like a blasted balloon!"

That stormy evening, he forced me to kneel at the entrance to "contemplate my behavior" while he chuckled with his companions inside.

"This is how you must discipline women if you want them to act properly," he declared.

However, this time, I defied his expectations.

I got to my feet, flagged down a taxi, and headed straight for the hospital to end the pregnancy.

Eight months along? So be it. If I no longer desired this baby, I wouldn't keep it!