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Chapter Eighteen
“I was pregnant with his baby.” She gasped. That sentence was all it took for her world to crash down, to spin her head in circles. Her fingers crumpled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her mind was still processing Monica’s words. “W-When did this h-happen?” she stuttered, her voice shaky than she intended for it to be. She felt betrayed by the only person she trusted the most in this world. But betrayal only happened when you trusted the person, the person you would take a bullet for. Ironic. Funny how the person she would take a bullet for was the one behind the trigger. Her words were like poison through her veins. Monica was silent for a moment. Monique had tears in her eyes, but they weren’t tears of joy. They were tears of heartache. They were tears for the months of
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