Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 900 Fine, I'm letting go

Raymond froze, Alex's eyes went wide, and Selena, well, she was the picture of calm.

But those words hit her like a truck, making her sit up straight, chest tight.

It felt like all the air got sucked outta the room, and her breathing got all loud and ragged.

Humiliation washed over her, like she'd been slapped silly.

She came here 'cause Raymond was all about Brenda, the criminal, but she forgot Raymond had already hooked up with Brenda, and now Brenda's knocked up. In the future, they'd be one big happy family. And Selena? She was just a footnote.

Selena found it kinda funny and grabbed her bag to bounce, but then Alex piped up, "It's only been a week. How do you even know you're pregnant?" At this stage, it shouldn't even be a thing.

Brenda had her answer ready. "My period's late, and I took a test."

She shot a glance at Raymond and quickly looked down. "Mr. Montague, if you don't want the baby, I'll get rid of it."

That last line stuck in Selena's head like a bad song, making her shoulders sag. She'd been forced to abort before.

She didn't know what to do; she just wanted out.

Seeing Selena get up, Raymond blurted, "I don't want this baby. Get rid of it."

I won't use it to trap you into marriage." Raymond felt a headache coming on and saw Selena trying to walk past

him off and sped

after her,

inside as

door all messed up. She had

place was huge, and after ten minutes, she still

footsteps behind her, and Raymond caught up, hugging

"Give me a chance to explain." Brenda's words had freaked

he felt the pleasure. Thinking about it now

drunk to remember the

felt cold in his arms, not 'cause of Brenda, but 'cause of Raymond's attitude

told Brenda he didn't want the kid and casually told her to get

was exactly what he had said to her

of Raymond overlapped, and it felt like those words

and in that moment, she

a

and thought she was mad 'cause of Brenda. "I'll

voice shook,

buried his head in her neck, hugging

take it anymore and

my sorrows in booze? How was I supposed to know I'd call Alex when I was drunk and whine