---- Randall didn't hesitate. He slapped me across the face and threw me out. I stumbled down the busy streets, eventually collapsing on the sidewalk. A kind stranger found me and brought me to the hospital. When I woke up, the doctor said my baby's condition wasn't good. I shouldn't have been surprised. How could a child conceived in such a loveless, toxic environment ever thrive? I tried calling Randall, hoping we could talk things through. I called nine times, but no one answered. On the tenth try, Macy picked up. "Ms. Nara, Mr. Harris is busy. He's asked not to be disturbed by anyone." She emphasized the word "anyone". What kind of wife had to go through her ---- husband's assistant just to reach him? I hung up without a word and made an appointment for the abortion. Macy's actions didn't happen in a vacuum. They were with Randall's full consent. Together, they robbed me of my child, stole my chance at motherhood, and expected to sweep it all under the rug like nothing ever happened. Did they really think my child's life was so insignificant? I took the bouquet from Randall and threw it into the nearest trash can without hesitation. "Randall, I don't want your disgusting flowers."