6
Jackson and Hayden were busy preparing for
the wedding.
I was busy packing my bags and transferring
all the assets I had grabbed from the Halls.
I had a good friend overseas, Abby, who had
booked me an abortion appointment in a
hospital and found me a place with the floor-
to-ceiling windows and a big balcony I
wanted.
The allowance had been deposited.
Of course, split into two payments, one from
each brother.
That afternoon, Hayden took me dress
shopping.
He poked my stomach. “Your tummy’s a little
round. Eating something good lately?”
I clutched my stomach. “Mind your own
business.”
He laughed. “Getting feistier as the wedding
gets closer.”
He took my hand and slipped a ring on my
finger.
It had a diamond the size of a pigeon’s egg.
He hugged me. “It’s perfect. You’ll be mine
soon.”
I hugged him back and hummed in
agreement.
The comments section was not pleased:
[I can’t stand this skank. Does she really think
he’s going to marry her? What a joke.]
[If she had any self-respect, she’d run after
overhearing those things. Guess she’s a gold
digger.]
[You’re right. She’s a total gold digger. These
guys are rich and hot. Of course she doesn’t
want to leave.]
[She’d better take the money and run, or our
girl will screw her over at the wedding.]
I didn’t feel like arguing with them.
I was silently calculating how much the ring
would sell for.
