CHAPTER EIGHT LET'S GET MARRIED

　　DAHILA

　　"What? Why? Why are you aborting the child?" 

　　"Because I won't have a baby who would look like that jerk. I won't bear to see that face every time, I might die if that happens." 

　　"Dahila," Anna called giving me that guilty stare that got me sighing.

　　"Okay, what would you have me do? Have a baby for him? That's not going to happen. I should cut this string off so we won't have to co-parent. It won't work between us."

　　"Is that what he wants? For you to abort the baby?" 

　　"Isn't it obvious?" I said with a shrug, "He won't want me and I don't want him too." I scoffed, "You needed to see the way he reacted when he found out that he slept with me."

　　The bastard was more worried about his penis penetrating me than the pregnancy, what sort of man like that would be the father of my child?