After His Lingerie Betrayal I Aborted Our Child

My boyfriend, Karson Johnson, works as a designer for a high-end lingerie brand. One day, I spotted a sketch on his desk—a design for lingerie with a Thanksgiving theme. Excitedly, I assumed it was a special Thanksgiving gift for me. But on Thanksgiving Day, his muse posted photos of the actual lingerie set on Instagram, thanking him in the caption: "Thanks, darling, for the Thanksgiving gift. I hope we can spend every Thanksgiving together."

I quietly liked the post. Later that day, I scheduled an appointment for an abortion. I decided to take a few days off to recover, then move forward with my visa and passport applications, considering the company's offer to handle international operations.

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Leaving the hospital after the procedure, I was struck by the coldness that the bright morning sun couldn't dispel; a chill that seemed to freeze my very soul. Only when I checked my phone did I notice Karson had called me multiple times. Looking at the list of missed calls, I hesitated briefly before calling him back.

"Hello," I managed to say, my throat dry and my voice hoarse. There was a pause on the other end before his angry shouting hit me like a tidal wave.

"Audrey, where have you been?! Why haven't you answered any of my calls?!"

I stayed silent, staring into space, my face pale as I held my lips tightly sealed. His impatience erupted again through the phone, "I'm coming home later. We're going to a birthday party."

I whispered a faint "okay," and he abruptly ended the call, having run out of patience.

With a heavy sigh, I slipped off my wedding ring and let it fall into the storm drain on the street. Karson Johnson, promises rust over time, and now it’s time to go our separate ways.