After I Broke Up, He Forced Me To Stay

When I was with Asher, he would always come of his free will. He would punish me when he was unhappy.

A week ago, I suddenly lost my appetite. I felt nauseous at the sight of oily food. That day, I was uncomfortable, asking Asher to pick me up, but he had a conflict with me at that time.

He didn't have time to pick me up.

Impatiently, he answered my call. It was Kate's voice on the phone, "Asher, I'm not feeling well. Can you go see Natalya later?"

I couldn't control myself as I started vomiting into the toilet.

Asher said something vulgar and hung up on me directly.

I asked my friend to pick me up and went to the hospital. Per the doctor, I was three weeks pregnant. He told me to take good care of the baby.

I was so happy at that time. I even thought that this child might help improve the relationship between me and Asher. After hesitating for a long time, I sent him a WhatsApp message.

Fearing that I would disturb his work, I said, [Asher, I'm pregnant.]

His reply came quickly, a brief one, [Abort it.]

There was no emotion in it.

I had an abortion that day. Suddenly, I was convinced that the baby would not be happy once he was born, so I didn't want to take the risk.

Now I stood beside Asher and watched him seem to regret losing this child. Suddenly, I was a little pleased.

He walked around the living room a few times. In the end, he put down what he had in his hands and said lightly, "It's better this way. Then no one will say you got pregnant before getting married and judge you as someone without any self-restraint."

After saying that, he mentioned his busy work at the company and his recent plan to live in a company apartment.

He fled in a panic.

I touched my flat belly and said, "Sorry, we can't be your qualified parents."

I sat on the sofa, trying hard to recall my past with Asher.

When I met him, I was a good girl, and he was a poor little thing.

At that time, everyone said he was a bastard. He was different from what he was now. He always had nothing to eat. He was such a poor little thing. My family didn't dare to let me have fun with him.

One time, many people surrounded him in a corner and beat him. I stood up for the first time, saying that if they hit him again, I would call the police.

Then I played a recording of the police car and scared them away.

From that day on, we became friends.

He has told me more than once that I was his light and his first love.

But his family background was not good. His mother didn't care about him at all. She kept him for the sake of money. When she had no money, she put him in the Berg family's house, and his father would throw cash at him.

Asher had always been the kind of person who was not favored by the elders.

My parents wouldn't let me have contact with him. I could only meet him privately.

In college, I couldn't resist being with him. At that time, it seemed that my parents were extremely angry with me. They rushed over overnight and left in a hurry without flying into a rage in front of me.

After they went back, they cut off my financial support, saying they wanted to cut off ties with me. They even blocked my contact information.

During that time, Asher was working to support both of us for tuition and rent.

At that time, I seemed to have been possessed by love. I was incredibly happy even though he and I were living a miserable life. Later, the son of the original wife of Asher's father had a car accident and passed away.

He was brought back to the Berg family. After all, someone had to inherit the Berg family's business.

I felt like I had won a bet. Then he started to change. There was another girl around him, Kate. That was when I found out that he had a childhood sweetheart.

From then on, we went from being a couple to a trio. I was the one following behind.

We were no longer the pitiful couple who had nowhere to go and relied on each other.

Instead, we became a match that was not favored due to our mismatched backgrounds.