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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.

Three Months Pregnant, Boyfriend Tells Me to Abort

Zoran's accusations seemed somewhat laughable to me.


He could abandon me countless times for Serena, who was God knows where, and humiliate me in front of everyone.


But I wasn't allowed to show even a hint of independent resistance.


"If I don't defend him, should I defend you instead?"


Zoran, unable to contain himself any longer, rushed up to me:


"Felicity, I'll let it slide once as a joke. But repeatedly provoking me like this is really not funny."


"You're carrying my child in your belly, yet you say you're marrying someone else. Don't you find that ridiculous?"


"Zoran, have you forgotten that day when you told me to get rid of the baby?"


Zoran, in disbelief, stumbled back a few steps.


"Felicity, did you really abort the baby?"


His voice trembled noticeably as he spoke.


"Zoran, cut the act. I aborted this child, who could be happier than you..."


Chapter 8