Tricia POV

"If you scream, no one is going to help you," Morgan said. "I am going to look for that bastard who laid his hand on you."

"A bastard?" I asked. "There is no bastard here, Morgan. You are my baby's father." I said.

"How? What do you mean?" He asked.

Tears started dropping from my face. Gosh!, I hate to love this man.

"You are the father of my baby," I said. "That's all you should know, but I want a divorce."

I started hitting on the door.

"No one can hear you hit on the ...