I held my tears back, finding it pointless to cry, although they kept on pouring.

“I loathe you, Ethan. I hate you more than I have ever hated anything in this world. You are right, it’s good that it’s gone. You would have made a horrible father; you are too toxic to be one. And that’s why I killed it. Because I could not bear the thought of having a child with a mentally deranged man like you.” I said, my voice dropping with every ounce of emotion I felt for him, as my breathing ...