After Morning Sickness: My Ex-boyfriend's Plea for Reunion1

It'd been over three months since I broke up with my ex, and now I'd discovered I was pregnant. Not long after, his current fiancée showed up at my door, offering me two million dollars to have the baby and hand it over to her.

That was when I learned that my ex, who I had been with for three years, was actually a billionaire heir.

At that moment, all I could think was, "Liam Moore, you've got to be kidding me!"

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It was the end of December when a woman showed up at my door, her attitude as haughty as they come.

"Are you Cecilia Foster?" she demanded.

I frowned. "Yes, what's it to you?"

She introduced herself with a tone that left no room for misunderstanding, "I'm Leah Wilson, Liam's fiancée."

"Oh, I've been broken up with him for ages," I said, reaching for the door to shut it. Leah blocked my way.

Without missing a beat, she said, "I know you're pregnant."

I instinctively touched my still-flat belly. This was news to me, too. How does this woman find out so quickly?

To avoid any hassle, I fibbed, "It's not Liam's."

Leah's next words were even more shocking. "Whoever the father is, I'm offering two million dollars. Just have the baby and give it to me."

I stared at her, stunned for a couple of seconds, then burst out, "Are you out of your mind? I'm not keeping this baby, so just get lost and forget about it!"

I slammed the door in her face, feeling utterly insulted.

I thought, So Liam is rolling in it now, huh? No wonder he left me so easily. This woman's offering two million right off the bat—talk about having money to burn. She looks pretty young; can't she have her own kids? What year is this, anyway? People are coming to buy babies now? This is just ridiculous!

After venting my anger at Leah, I couldn't help but start cursing Liam in my mind.

I recalled the frantic days before our breakup, when he was practically glued to me, unable to stay away for a second.

We've been careful with contraception, so how could this happen?

I didn't have time to ponder it further as I started retching, clutching the toilet, and unable to stop.

I had already scheduled the procedure.

Ever since Liam broke up with me in person, we had no contact. I'd blocked him on everything—if it was over, it was over for good. It was about being responsible for myself and for anyone else who might come into my life.