Three months into my pregnancy, Zoran publicly pointed at my belly and told me to get rid of the baby.
I held back tears as I tried to coax him home, but he shoved me away.
He looked down at me with cold arrogance:
"Felicity, didn't you plan to climb into my bed and get pregnant with my child in exchange for a place to stay?"
"You are not qualified to give birth to my child."
I stood up, my stomach cramping painfully.
Zoran kissed the woman in his arms shamelessly, putting on a live sex show.
In the dim private room, everyone was waiting to see me humiliated.