ection. "Just a fun distraction." I tossed and turned in the b

n't co

laughing about the naive little diner girl who actually thought he cared.

sn't just about love. It was about class. I was a project for him, a novelty. The working-class gi

friend Brittany, looked at me with thinly veiled contempt. They saw me as a gold-digger, a temporary stain on their p

as one of them. He was the worst of

r me. This baby, our baby, was conceived in a fantasy. Now, it felt like a trap. How cou

e joy spread across his face. The thought now seemed pathetic. Sharing this new

of bed, my movements robotic. I showered, dressed, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. The girl

. I couldn't have th

. I scrolled through my contacts, past Liam'

y voice w

s wrong? You

me diner and knew my whole story with Liam. She had always been cautious

oked with a fresh wave of pain. The club,

, her voice firm. There was

do something for me. Can you... can you he

end of the line. I could pictur

are yo

ered. "This was a m