“I already apologized. What more do you want? You think you did nothing wrong? I called to tell you that Kizzie forgives you for pushing her that day. She even invited you to the auction with us. They’re planning a gift to congratulate you on the pregnancy.”
Then he scoffed. “Seriously, your belly isn’t even showing yet, but the attitude sure is. Can’t you learn from Kizzie?”
I stayed silent.
Hearing no response, Keon seemed to hesitate. His tone softened slightly. “Alright, enough of this. Kizzie’s leg is hurt, so I’m staying here to take care of her. The driver will pick you up later.”
The moment I hung up, a message from Kizzie popped up.
[Kelsey, you better show up! I’ve prepared a special gift just for you!]
A four-person party photoshoot! It’s going to be the grand finale at the auction! Full HD, crystal clear~]
Then, one after another, she sent dozens of my photos. My phone started ringing nonstop, the sound sharp and relentless, like a death knell.
My hands trembled. I dropped the phone and with it, my heart crashed to the floor.
The divorce papers that had just given me courage? Shattered. I had been so naive. I thought getting rid of the baby, wiping away the past, would mean it was all over.
But it wasn’t.
Keon, Kizzie and those two men—they would never let me go. They would drag me down, haunt me, remind me every second that there was no escape.
I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe. I sank to my knees, scrambling for my phone, my fingers slipping as I dialed my parents.
The moment I heard their familiar, warm voices, asking if I was eating well, dressing warmly, if I was doing okay, I broke down completely.
Through uncontrollable sobs, I told them everything. Every last, horrifying detail.
In the end, I begged desperately, “Mom, Dad… can I get a divorce now? Please! I don’t want to be with him anymore!”
After my parents heard the news, I could feel their trembling breath over the phone.
“Kelsey, I’m so sorry. A driver will pick you up tonight and take you home. We’ll take care of everything. Get some rest and everything will be okay.”
Keon's driver arrived first and I handed him a file to take over.
I then got into the car to head home, but the blaring ringtone wouldn’t stop.
Keon’s name was flashing on the screen, vibrating non-stop. I turned the phone off, yanked the SIM card out and threw it out of the window.