Chapter 165 Terminate Gabby’s Pregnancy?
The thought alone felt like a blade, carving through my chest over and over again.
Eric had warned me–said the longer the pregnancy went on, the harder it would be to walk away. If 1 was going to end it, I had to do it soon.
He even had a plan ready to go: fake a medical report, something awful–some severe birth defect- and use it to convince Gabby to terminate.
But I’d already lied to her once. Lied that I was her husband. Lied that we’d always been together.
That one lie had already been eating me alive. ‘Could I really go further? Trick her again–make her believe something was wrong with the baby just so she’d let it go?‘
She’s so gentle. So damn kind. Ever since she lost her memory, she’s slowly started to accept the baby. Hell, she’s even started to look forward to it. To being a mom.
She’s dreaming about a future–one with me and the baby.
What happens if I take that dream away? Would it break her? And if she ever found out Eric and I planned all this–would she hate me for it?
I kept drinking. One glass after another, trying to drown the chaos inside. I’ve been through some real crap in life, but this–this ripped me apart.
My head told me the smart thing was to cut ties. End the connection between Gabby and Vincent for good. But every time I imagined her in pain, imagined the trauma of losing the baby–I froze.
When she cries, it guts me.
When she looks at me with those soft, trusting eyes–I just want to wrap her in my arms and never let
- go.
I love her. God, I love her so much I’d give up everything just to protect her.
I know that forcing her to end the pregnancy would destroy her. And I can’t do it.
No–I won’t.
But that didn’t make the pain go away. I still didn’t have a clue what to do about the baby.
So, I kept drinking.
After a few more glasses, I rubbed my temples, my head spinning. The booze had finally started numbing the noise in my head. And that’s when I realized–I hadn’t messaged Gabby. Not once.
‘Was she worried? Did she think something happened?‘
With blurry vision, I fumbled for my phone and pulled up our chat. I stared at the screen, unable to focus. I tried to type something–anything–then suddenly a delicate hand reached in and snatched the phone from my fingers.
Startled, I looked up, vision still hazy. In that dim light, I caught a flash of red nail polish as the woman’s hand curled around my phone.
“What are you doing here all by yourself?”
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Her voice was soft and sultry, with that flirty edge she always had. I forced myself to focus–and finally saw her face.
Summer.
“Where’s Gabrielle?” she asked, one brow raised, that same knowing smirk on her lips. “Does she know you’re out here drowning yourself in booze?”
I scowled, annoyed, and reached out for my phone, but she yanked it back and tapped me lightly on the shoulder.
“You’ve looked stressed lately,” Summer said, with a low chuckle. She leaned in, her perfume hitting me hard enough to make my eyes water.
I clenched my jaw, “What do you want, Summer?”
She tossed her hair back, flashing that smug little smile. “So, I was right. Something’s bothering you.”
I didn’t want to deal with her. I stood up to leave–but the room lurched sideways.
My knees buckled, and I crashed back onto the couch.
I tried to get up again, but my arms felt like they were made of concrete. My head was spinning, and the fog in my brain was getting thicker by the second.
I heard her laugh faintly, then felt her fingers graze my cheek.
“Get some sleep, Ry,” she whispered.
I tried to shove her away, but everything was fading. My ears were ringing. My body wouldn’t listen.
And then, darkness closed in.
