Love and Betrayal Novel – My boyfriend dumped me after he deliberately made me have three abortions. He vanished after making sure I could never get pregnant again. All he left me was about 300,000 dollars in usury loans and a message.
“George, I totally ruined Grace. Your family owes me; consider this the interest I charge you.” George Parrish was my dad. I thought Antonio and I were in love. As it turned out, it was just a plot he had set. He had already completed the formalities for going abroad and was gone.
Dad sent me an announcement, disowning me. Ten years had passed. When I saw Antonio again, I was kneeling in front of another man for 200 dollars “Grace, you’ve already advanced your salary twice this month.
What, do you think I’m a charitarian?” I lowered my head and said in a low voice, “Please help me, Nelson.” Nelson Howe sighed helplessly and said to the others while pointing at me, “What could I do? The only thing I fear in my entire life is women playing coquettish while begging me, especially those pretty ones.” Amidst everyone’s laughter, I received a money transfer.
Just as I stood up, Nelson pulled me and sat me on his lap. I didn’t resist at all. He took a sip of his wine and smacked his lips. “Women with a bit of educational background and an unfortunate family background are the best kind. “They’re docile, and you don’t have to worry about them having STDs.
Not to mention that when you’re in bed with them… Their cold, pretty faces will only make you wanna conquer them even more.” I wasn’t displeased or offended at all. Instead, I laughed together with the others. With the money, at least I could pay for Mom’s dialysis this month. Maybe I could even buy a burger for my daughter.
As long as I could survive, self-esteem meant nothing. “You’re lucky indeed, Nelson,” someone suddenly said in a cold voice while holding a glass of wine. His voice was as cold as ever-just like ten years ago when I called him and told him the test results. “You can’t get pregnant again? “What’s that got to do with me?” Indeed.
From the voice alone, I could tell it was Antonio. During these ten years, I had repeatedly imagined countless scenarios of our reunion. Maybe I’d rush toward him, slap him, kick him, and even bite him hysterically. Maybe I’d burst into tears, and we’d look at each other in silence. Or maybe he’d walk past me, acting as if he didn’t know me.