My Boyfriend Called Me a Whore, So I Removed My Womb

The students around me stared with even more disgust.

“She looks so innocent, who would've thought she could do something so shameless, so cruel?”

“If she didn’t want a baby, why didn’t she take precautions?”

Some of the boys sneered, their eyes sweeping over me with vulgar intent.

“You don’t get it, the pleasure’s on another level.”

“Little Kelsey, wanna try it with big brother? I’ll send you straight to heaven.”

“Kelsey, we’ll pay you. You get pleasure, we get fun, win-win, right?”

Their filthy words made my blood boil.

“That child isn’t mine! I don’t even know any Black exchange students! You’ve got the wrong person!”

Suddenly, a Black girl stormed over and yanked my hair.

A hard slap landed across my face, her voice sharp with rage and broken English.

“You bitch! Seducing my boyfriend? You that desperate to get f*cked?”

I gasped, struggling to pull away. “It wasn’t me! You’ve got the wrong person!”

But she wouldn’t listen. She pulled out a stack of photos and threw them right at me.

I looked down and froze. The girl in those photos, entangled with the Black man, wore my face.

I spoke up immediately, “These photos are fake. That’s not me.”

But the Black girl wouldn’t hear a word. She lunged at me, yanking at my clothes with fury.

“You love seducing men, right? Then let them all see just how cheap you really are.”

Her voice rang out, and the crowd of guys erupted into lecherous whistles, their eyes glued to my exposed skin like wolves circling prey.

Just as my clothes were about to be ripped off completely, a police car screeched to a stop nearby.

“Excuse me, who is Kelsey Morrone?”

All eyes turned to me in an instant.

“She’s Kelsey!”

The officers approached without hesitation, pulling out a pair of cold metal cuffs.

“Kelsey, you’re suspected of intentional homicide. Please come with us.”

My body stiffened. “Officer, there must be some mistake. I didn’t kill anyone.”

The officer’s gaze was sharp and unforgiving.

“You strangled your own child. That still constitutes murder.”

Panic rose in my throat as I struggled to speak. “Officer, that baby isn’t mine. I’ve never even been pregnant, it’s impossible for me to…”

Before I could say another word, the officer pulled out a paternity test report and threw it in front of me.

“We conducted a paternity test on the deceased infant. The DNA matches yours. It’s your child.”

My mind went blank. How could this be happening?

Just then, one of my roommates picked up the bag I had dropped.

“I saw a medical report in her bag; it must be a pregnancy report. The evidence is all here. Let’s see how she explains this now.”

She grabbed the report, but froze the moment she read it, completely speechless.

Khalid snatched it from her hands.

“What’s got you so stunned? I’ll show everyone what this bitch did.”

But as soon as he read it, he stopped too, staring at me in disbelief.

The others crowded around, their curiosity piqued.

When they finally saw the report, they all froze, faces stiff, eyes wide, expressions twisted with confusion.

Aimee looked over, curious, then her face turned pale. A second later, she exploded.

“Kelsey, are you damn insane? Why did you remove your uterus?!”