Chapter 4 – Desperation

Ella

My hands are shaking as I dial Kate’s number. Have I ever been this angry? If I have I certainly can’t remember it now.

“Hello?” Kate answers almost immediately, using a sickly sweet tone that screams of fakeness.

“Kate?” I state bluntly. “Are you with Mike right now?”

There’s a pregnant pause on the other end of the line, before she weakly responds, “What? Of course not.”

“Come off it Kate, do you really think I don’t know about your sh it?” I demand. “I’m not a complete idiot.”

“Ella listen–” She begins, obviously gearing up to give me some sort of excuse.

“No, I don’t even care about your little affair anymore – but I need to talk to him right now.” I declare fiercely.

There’s another pause, and then Kate’s voice drops its innocent tone. “You don’t care?” She repeats, sounding truly shocked. “ You know I’m already pregnant?”

I wasn’t prepared for that particular piece of news. I clench my hands into fists, feeling so furious I think I might actually break the phone with my tight grip, “And what, you think that’s some sort of victory?” I bite.

who’s so afraid of responsibility that

no, but he loves me, he would never –” She tried

how charming he can be, considering what a bas ta rd he truly is. How do you think he’s going to support you and your child? He doesn’t

She objects, “He just didn’t tell you about it because

He’s as

to me like that! He’s got money, he lavishes

cards he took out in my name!” I shout, losing my

“What?” She squeaks.

out – he’s completely bankrupted me. I’m calling the police and if I were you,

weakly, “you’re wrong, it’s

with emotion now, but I can’t help it. “And frankly I don’t really care what happens to you Kate, but if you’re really pregnant then your baby deserves better than to be raised in a homeless shelter, and

to respond. Why did I buy his lies about looking for work for so long? He crushed me little

I decide. I won’t ever let myself be

the police and see if I can resolve these financial issues… I can’t have a baby if I’m bankrupt, and I can only pray

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do about this.” The police officer breaks this news to me about as gently as he might smash

brim. I guarantee he’d never treat my case with so little consideration or respect if I wasn’t an impoverished nanny. If I was a wealthy man like Dominic Sinclair, he’d be fawning at my feet, offering to go to any lengths to solve my problems. I storm out of the station before I can lose my

by one they crush my hopes, telling me in no uncertain terms that unless a culprit is arrested in my case, I’ll be held responsible for

on the final call, I can feel the earth crumbling beneath my feet. How did it come to this? I literally have nothing. No one will hire me without a recommendation from my previous employer, which means I won’t be able

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