I'm crouched on this fucking balcony clutching a pregnancy test, hands shaking like a leaf—two blazing red lines staring me in the face. I was such a goddamn fool thinking I'd tell Remy about our baby tonight. What a sick joke!
The banquet hall's roaring below and there's that bastard on stage, arm wrapped around Olivia, shouting "This winery has NO future without her!" Each word slams into me like a sledgehammer. TEN FUCKING YEARS! When he was drowning in debt, I sold every piece of Mom's jewelry to save his ass! 
Then the son of a bitch hurls a box of abortion pills at me like I'm garbage: "Kill it, or Olivia's daddy pulls his money."
I'm glaring at that box and it hits me—ten years of my life pissed away on this piece of shit, and now even the innocent baby growing inside me is worth less than his blood money! I gave him everything and he's ready to murder our child for a fucking check!


Ten Years Love: Now Abortion Pills

Amelia's POV
Five days in this hellhole.
Above me, through the stone ceiling and rotting floorboards, I could hear Olivia's sickeningly sweet voice. "Remy, honey, where's Amelia been lately? Still playing victim in some hospital?"
"Took the money and ran," Remy's voice drifted down, casual as dis...

Chapter 7