I didn't sleep.

Not a single minute.

I spent the whole night pacing my apartment like a feral cat, checking my phone every five seconds even though I KNEW the message had been delivered. Delivered. Blue tick. No reply.

Damian saw my text.

Damian SAW "The pregnancy is yours," and still didn't respond.

The longer I thought about it, the more my blood boiled.

Who does he think he is? Ignoring me? Acting confused in the hospital, pretending he didn't notice the timeline? Then ghosting me ...