Choose Me

For ten years, I’ve been with Damian Thorne, the mafia boss with a sex addiction. I’ve had twelve miscarriages.

He said his enemies were too numerous; a child would be a threat.

During my shineenth pregnancy, Damian surprisingly agreed to let me keep the baby.

After the p pregnancy stabilized, he completely cleaned up his act and went legitimate.

Seven months pregnant, I accidentally discovered he was keeping a mistress –“a ladle canary, as he called her.

This Title canary” was also pregnant, two months further along than me,

Tears welled up as I confronted him. Damian merely frowned slightly.

“Ty’s different from you. She’s just an ordinary girl, she needs the companionship of a child.”

“You know, even if she has a child, she won’t compete with you. You’ll always be Mrs. Thorne.”

Gazing into his apathetic eyes, I clenched my fists.

Taking a deep breath, I said calmly:

“Forget it Let’s break up.”

Damian’s already slightly furrowed brow deepened.

He hadn’t expected me to utter those two words. “Break up.”

I wouldn’t say even when held at gunpoint by anyone.

“Is this really necessary, Elara?”

Damian’s voice was terrifyingly cold.

He glared at me, displeased, expecting me to retract my statement.

In his eyes, this peaceful life was everything I’d ever dreamed of.