And I’m not getting rid of my baby. David will come back for me, he promised. Gloria’s face hardened. David is not coming back. I’ve made sure of that. What do you mean? I mean, I’ve told him exactly who you are. A gold digger who saw an opportunity. A desperate girl from nothing who got herself pregnant to trap a wealthy man.
I told him you called him a stepping stone. Your exact words supposedly. I told him you wanted the money, not him. That’s a lie. Is it? Gloria stepped closer. Who do you think he’ll believe? His mother, who has protected him his entire life, or the girl he’s known for two years, who conveniently got pregnant right before graduation? Amara felt tears burning her eyes. “He knows me. He loves me.
He loved the idea of you.” Gloria corrected the rebellion, the secret. But when I showed him who you really are, a girl who went through his financial documents, who researched his family’s net worth, who calculated exactly when to get pregnant for maximum leverage, he saw the truth. I never did any of that. I have documentation that says otherwise. Gloria smiled.
Fabricated, of course, but very convincing. David has already changed his phone number. He’s leaving for our family’s house in Lagos next week. By the time he comes back, you’ll be a distant memory. Amara’s legs felt weak. You can’t do this. The baby is his. He has a right to know. The baby, Gloria said, leaning close.
Is your problem, not mine, not my son’s. She dropped the envelope on the ground at Amara’s feet. Take the money. It’s more than you’re worth. She walked back to her Mercedes, turned one last time. If you try to contact David again, I will destroy you. Not metaphorically, literally. I will make sure you never work in Houston again.
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