Pregnant & Used, Until I Destroyed Him - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

My first nights in Lespurg were restless, haunted by heartbreak and the struggle to adjust. When sleep finally came, it brought dreams of Julian—memories of how we first met.
Fresh out of college, I'd had a huge blowout with my family over my career choices. They cut me off, leaving me scrambling to make ends meet. One freezing afternoon, on my way to a part-time job, my empty stomach gave out, and I collapsed in the snow.
The next thing I knew, a voice pulled me back to consciousness. "Are you awake?"
A boy hovered over me, his worried frown melting into relief. "I found you passed out on the sidewalk and brought you here."
Backlit by the hospital lights, he was tall and striking, with sharp, expressive eyes that softened when he smiled. He dug through his bag and handed me a takeout container—steaming soup, its warmth filling the room. His grin deepened, eyes crinkling, a dimple appearing.
My face burned. My pulse raced. Something inside me shifted.
After that, I found excuses to see him again and again. Slowly, the space between us disappeared, and before I knew it, we were together.
Now, waking in the dead of night, I'd sob until my throat ached. I stopped sleeping to escape the memories that tormented me. Instead, I buried myself in work, determined to prove myself. Late nights paid off—I landed my first big deal.
Walking home from the celebration, I spotted a familiar figure outside my apartment. I tried to slip past, but Julian grabbed my arm.
He looked… different. Exhausted. The stubble, the shadows under his eyes, the slump in his shoulders—like the weight of the world had crushed him.
"Scarlett." His voice was rough, raw. "I messed up. I cut ties with them. I want to fix this—to be there for you and our baby. Please."
I laughed, sharp and bitter. "So you do care about the baby."
"I was already weak from the pregnancy, but you made me give Anne my blood. She spilled that soup on purpose, and when I got burned, you chased after her—you didn't even look back. You shoved me so hard I fell onto broken glass."
Tears blurred my vision. "You think I could ever forgive that?"
"I'm sorry—God, I'm so sorry—"
Empty words. He couldn't deny any of it.
Under the moonlight, our shadows stretched apart, distant and broken. I'd held onto his promises for too long, letting them cut deeper each time. I jerked free and stepped back.
"Scarlett… when did you…?" His voice cracked. "When did you lose the baby?"
I smiled, calm and cold. "Right after I gave Anne my blood."
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