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VIII

March 2020

Brie knew he was referring to their friendship and her support, she knew that this was a purely platonic encounter to him but right now, she didn't feel like she cared anymore. She was going to play dumb and act on those feelings that she had been hiding for months.

It wasn't like she was going to see him again anyway, and if she got to be with him once, it would quench that thirst in her. So, what was there to lose?

…

Sawyer was adamant about not getting involved in their drama, and as much as it saddened Ana, she understood that it wasn't his job to do so. He already did his best to console her, and there was nothing more that he could do other than to rip Christian a new one.

And he would, and he was really closed from doing so, but he was hesitant on whether this was a line that he had to cross. He was thinking of the consequences that Ana had to deal, and if he stepped in, he might make matters worse.

"Ana," he stopped her right before she stepped into the office. "At the risk of sounding like a complete hypocrite—you call me if you need me in there."

She nodded, wanting to take all of her pent up frustration out on him but she just didn't have the energy to handle all the emotions in and around her. Numbly, she pushed the door open and entered the room that she had once naively hoped would always bring her joy and good news.

Dr Greene rounded her desk to shake her hand, and ushered her to take a seat across her on the couch. It was the very same arrangement to her very first appointment with this doctor, and also the very spot when she found out that she was pregnant. The sense of déjà vu did not bring her the nostalgic comfort that she thought it should, instead it only reminded her of the hardship she'd been through since she first sat here.

It reminded her of her emotionally immature, mentally fragile but insanely intelligent husband. For a man so smart, she still wondered why couldn't he accept his successes and acknowledge that his problems made him normal, and it was only his behavior sometimes that made him seemingly fucked up.

When he requested that DNA test they had yet to submit samples to, she just knew that he would blame himself for the condition that their baby girl was in. She wasn't even able to get her words out that this congenital disease may have come from her dead and contactless biological father, and it may have nothing to do with his birth parents. Yet, she just couldn't drill the notion in his head, and he still somehow believed that his crack whore of a mother was fucked up to the core.

"Mrs Grey, what can I do for you today?" Dr Greene flipped through her charts briefly to catch up on her patient's status.

Anastasia sat there and stared, all of the thoughts that were running a mile a minute in her head on the way here vanished and she couldn't recall a single thing from her blind state of mind. Her face looked distraught, her movements were antsy, her lips quivered and her fingers trembled; she opened her mouth to say something only to close it without making a sound. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips but it did nothing to moist her dry vocal cords.

Her eyes stared at the doctor, pleading her to do anything to figure her out, but the doctor just stared back patiently waiting for her to gather herself and her wits.

"I-" Ana's pulse palpitated, her breathing accelerated, and her shallow breaths made her feel faint. She just had to get the only words she could form and think of before she lost her voice. "I need help."

Dr Greene's face tightened for a split second etching with concern but she relaxed, forcing herself to stop thinking that her patient may be in an abusive relationship emotionally.

"I just need you to get rid of the stem of this problem," Ana rushed out and the floodgate opened as she stared at the floor in disbelief that she had actually said it, and in this form, too. "No," she buried her face in her sweaty palms. "That came out wrong. I didn't mean it like that," she shook her head and mumbled to herself.

Dr Greene quietly pushed a box of Kleenex toward her and leaned forward so she could gauge her patient's demeanor changes more closely. It wasn't the first time that something like this happened in her line of work but each time certainly was different.

"Let me explain," Ana shook her head and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, completely foregoing the tissue papers as if she didn't feel like she deserved to use them. "Look, my husband isn't talking to me, and my staff ditched me, and this isn't a healthy baby that I'm having. I can't turn to my friends or my family because they will crucify Christian, and they can't help me with the baby like I wanted them to because that would be asking for too much. Why can't I have a normal kid like an average twenty something year-old woman?"

She cried hysterically, and she was too caught up in the moment that she forgot that she was talking to her OB, and not a therapist.

"My husband can hardly stomach the thought of a perfectly healthy child, he wouldn't be able to survive with a kid like this. And, I'm not saying that I'm doing this for Christian because if I have the ability, I will choose her over him. The thing is, I don't have the ability to take care of a child like this even if I am willing to invest in a short time of blissful happiness." She vented, and that tiny miniature range did alleviate a lot of pressure from her, then when her eyes refocused on the physician before her patiently waiting for her to finish, she realized that she probably did need some kind of help that the people around her couldn't provide.

Unless her husband grew up and lived up to her expectation by some miracle.

"Are you judging me?"

"I am a professional, Mrs Grey, and my opinion does not matter."

"But, are you?"

"No, I am not." Dr Greene sighed, seeing that look of despair on her face and the desperation to seek some kind of agreement she decided to throw her a bone. "Personally, and totally off the record, Ana. I am not anti-abortion. I understand that circumstances can be less than ideal sometimes or it is simply an adult woman exercising her rights to make a decision about her own body."

"So, will you help me?"

"I want you to just take a few more days before you make the appointment. Talk to your husband, talk to anyone that you think can help you."

Ana flinched, it had been all she thought about since hearing the news and she was done thinking. She wanted to get an appointment just to get it over with before she chickened out. And, as for talking to someone, she scoffed, she could hardly see her husband around much less talk. However, from the looks on Dr Greene's face, she was sure that the doctor was suspecting something, and as much of an asshole as Christian had been, she wasn't planning on divulging their private life to her no matter how shitty her husband had been lately.

"I'm not doing this for Christian; I'm not doing this so my husband would talk to me, because he wouldn't be thrilled about it," Ana spoke up, feeling the need to justify herself and her decision even though no one asked or judged. "I am doing this for myself, because I am unwilling to take full responsibility for an unhealthy child." She said with enough conviction to placate her own conscience, and saying it out loud felt like doing herself some justice.

"Take your time," Dr Greene repeated patiently. "Share your thoughts and talk to someone."

Ana stared at her physician and knew that she couldn't hide her family problems from her, it was probably written all over her face. She nodded in understanding of the unspoken suggestion that she should probably start preparing herself and find a grief counselor or simply a shrink like John.

"I'll look for someone." With that, Ana stood up and was on her phone again, leaving Sawyer strutting behind her carefully attempting to correctly gauge her mood.

Suddenly, she spun back on her heels almost making Sawyer walk into her, she knocked on the door rapidly and nearly busted it open. "Dr Greene, is there a deadline, or latest date if, say, I want to go through with the abortion?"

Dr Greene couldn't quite make out her mood correctly despite knowing that this was a slightly manipulative and fully loaded question, but she still went with the god honest truth.

"No, there's not."

"Great, thanks!" She bounced away with brand new determination, which was to find a professional to prove that she hadn't gone mad.

…

Brie sauntered back to the couch, albeit slightly hesitant. She resumed her posture from the night before. Facing him this time, though, she felt confused as ever. He had made it clear from the beginning that they could only ever be friends, and she wasn't even upset that he was subtly treating her like his dirty little secret despite having done nothing to dishonor his marriage vows. Not explicitly anyway, and she had been respectful as she wasn't a fling type of person.

"What do you mean you need me?" She wanted to add that he had made up his mind to go back to his wife, and she was moving away for good, but she let her voice falter to allow him to fill in the blanks. She sort of liked the idea of him in somewhat of a trance at the moment because he was hungover and wasn't making too much sense of the conversation in general. She didn't want to jolt him awake by reminding him explicitly that he was planning on winning his family—the kid included—back.

"I just found you, Brie," he said as if that explained everything.

She didn't know if he was being vague on purpose or if he was one of those cunning, manipulative, cheating douchebags, but her instincts told her that he wasn't the latter.

"Wh- what?" She didn't want to make it extremely awkward by making any abrupt assumptions, so she stuck to his words.

"I just found you, and you helped me so much in the past few months, you can't just up and leave me in a critical moment like this."

"What critical moment?"

"The next few days… the outcome can be life changing, and I thought you can be there for me."

She blanched at his implication, and he didn't even realize the undercurrent in his words because he was just so immersed in his own world, much less notice her reaction to it. And right now, she wasn't even sure what to react, let alone how, because nothing would turn this inappropriate dialogue around. She might've jumped at the chance to spend the night with him after they first met, but after getting to know him a little in the past few months, it stung a bit to learn that all he thought of her was basically a rebound or a back up.

There she thought they were at least friends.

Tears welled up in her eyes despite her best efforts to stall them and rein them in, and her involuntary sniffle finally caught his attention.

He studied her, and really looked at the woman, and all he could think about was the fact that he had made another girl cry because his fucked up self somehow said something insensitive to upset her.

He reached out almost uncontrollably to wipe a tear from under her eyes as he scooted closer to her, his hands reaching up to cup her face as his eyes searched for more signs of distress. He just wanted to stop the tears from flowing.

"Brie," he was at a loss for words but he also hated the fact that he upset her, so he unintentionally and without a known cause. "I'm sorry."

"You don't even know what you're sorry for," she sniffled at him innocently. She knew that this was probably one of his handful of heartfelt apologies, but no matter how sincere or how rare and honorable the apology was, he was still clueless about what he'd done wrong.

"Tell me then, what have I done wrong?" He stared at her intently, and the helpless eyes he was giving her made her even more hesitant on her next move. She could already feel herself reacting to him, and there was only so much resolve that she had.

"Christian, I can't…" she shook her head and tried to pull out of his grasp but his hold only tightened.

"Yes, you can, and you will," he told her firmly, and she couldn't help but feel the sadness creeping up inside her again at how lucky his wife must be to have a man that loved so fiercely.

"Can I just show you?" She asked tentatively, not even knowing how that sentence came about.

He nodded, completely unguarded. His eyes grew as wide as the saucers and his hands grabbed hers automatically as her lips covered his. He was stunned into silence, and the only thing he could think of was to keep her hands away from his no-go zone.

Then, the disturbing thought of how he hadn't had any kind of physical contact like this in months; it was an intimacy that he sort of missed. He was just about to pull away when a swipe of her tongue pulled him away from his own string of thoughts.

He opened his mouth and felt her tongue slide in between his teeth, and his darted out to meet hers, pushing hers out only fueling the battle as they fought for the upper-hand.

"Don't leave," he pulled apart only enough for him to speak. "You need to be here."

When a man like him begged and pleaded with her in this manner, it was so hard for her to not be a bitch and take advantage. She pondered if this could be used as some kind of leverage for him to hold over her in future dates, however, she had never felt a temptation so grand and so hard to resist.

Despite both of them knowing that they were referring to different wants, neither of them rejected the advances.

"Promise me you will give me time to adjust before you leave me forever." He whispered against her lips, caressing her hands that were held in hers just to prevent her from wondering why she had to be restrained. "I will talk to her today," he added in slight panic. "You just have to stay a day or so longer. I will make it quick, and if she's not responding to me like I anticipated, then you can help me come up with something new. I will tell her everything, and accept her terms, but you just need to be here to make sure that I don't fall. I can't fail, Brie. I can't, and I need you here with me." He was more than disoriented but neither of them seemed to be acknowledging the fact, they were only taking everything at face value.

Not saying the words, she shuffled to straddle him in his lap and kissed him deeper instead. He responded just as passionately though expressing a whole other set of emotions totally different to hers. He could feel that there was more to the kiss for her but his feelings weren't exactly crystal clear at the moment either.

So, he told himself to just say fuck it.

She rocked her pelvis against his hips gently, arousing him and leading him deeper into the emotional mess that they were already in.

There were consequences to actions as such but for different reasons, none of them gave those consequences a second thought before proceeding. He wrapped her hands around his neck as he carried her into her bedroom before lowering her gently to the mattress.

"Do you have a condom?" He murmured, and she reached blindly into the drawers next to her bed lamp. It was from the hotel, and she was on the pill, so she had thought about not using it had he not brought it up. She would've killed the buzz if she fought him on it, so she dutifully handed it to him.

…

Ana browsed over the webpages and she was determined to find someone, anyone that wouldn't judge her for choosing the path that she did. She just wanted an evaluation that she wasn't crazy or had gone insane, that way she could be back in her OB's office in no time before she lost all her courage and changed her mind and ended up attaching herself to possibly the most tiresome situation in her entire adult life.

She couldn't understand why anti-abortion petitioners just wouldn't accept the saying of loving someone enough to let them go because it was the best for both parties. Although she had so much trouble grasping the idea of actually giving up her baby in a way that wasn't adoption, she had slowly come to acknowledge that it wasn't the same as killing her own child or taking a life. It took her so many hours of research and reading online about blogs from mothers who were forced to chose to have an abortion due to imperfect circumstances.

For once, she could connect with those unfortunate mothers that she initially thought very little of. And maybe this was karma on her smooth sailing life up until the end of her honeymoon.

With the help of Sawyer, she got in contact with a therapist and had a remote session given the pandemic. They had a good long discussion, and after talking about everything, as in exploring all the options and possibilities together, she was more determined than ever to terminate the pregnancy.

"It was one thing to make a decision based on the assumption that my husband practically abandoned me, and it's another when this has become the reality." Ana had repeatedly emphasized this to the therapist that she wasn't doing this for anyone but herself. "Frankly, I think my husband is genuinely happy about the baby, and it's just taking him too long to come around the fact that ours isn't perfect. I'm sure if it were up to him, he'd fight me tooth and nail on giving her up."

When the shrink asked why she would still do it knowing it would disappoint her husband and therefore create a whole new argument, Ana said.

"Ever heard of too little, too late? Call me cynical, tell me it's the hormones, whatever, but my psyche cannot bear with it any longer. I feel trapped, not my husband."

It wasn't the first time that the idea of Christian seeking another outlet to channel his mixed feelings about their unhealthy baby girl, but she had never really given it too much thought having switched all her focus to herself.

Which was how she snatched an after hour appointment with Dr Greene, and was now currently in the exact same seat as she had been a mere few hours earlier.

"Well, okay, let me talk you through the process, and some important notices." The OB stacked the freshly printed, newly signed documents into a neat pile and clipped it into a folder with Ana's name that was only growing significantly thicker by each visit. "First and foremost, you will need someone to be here, to take you home and to take care of you, also to keep an eye on you."

Anastasia winced, the simple statement or request foreboding her lonesomeness, and accentuating her now pitiful pathetic life as a billionaire by marriage.

…

His hands hiked up her dress and reached into her underwear cupping her pussy just to feel how wet she already was. He groaned into her mouth as he inserted a digit feeling her stretch to accommodate his index finger, and he knew it was going to be great as she was already so ready for him.

She gasped beneath him when he added a second finger into her vagina, and he took the opportunity to exploit her gaping mouth.

The man definitely knew what he was doing.

Her hips raised slightly, enough for him to pool the dress at her waist, and he unbuttoned her blouse enough to access her breasts. They were creamy and full just like he expected after examining her exposed neck. Her back arched, pushing her tits deeper inside his mouth as his hand continued to assault her core.

With one hand securing the both of hers, he unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his cock. He ripped the tinfoil wrapper with his teeth and rolled on the condom. To distract her from ogling at his dick, he leaned forward so that their foreheads touched as he fisted himself, aligning at her entrance.

He pumped his shaft a few times while rubbing his tip up and down her slit to spread the moisture. His eyes stared at her with an intensity that she had not seen before, and the moment he started to push in, she mewled and her eyes rolled to the back of her head with her eyelids half closed.

She whimpered at his size once he was fully sheathed inside her, and her over sensitive groin was soon pulsing around his member.

…

Anastasia glanced around, darting her eyes from the OB before her to the empty office they were sitting in. Despite the soundproof walls, she could still sense the quietness of the after hour seeping into this room as the other offices emptied out. She shivered at the implication and just knew that without her husband actually throwing his weight around, she wouldn't get what she bargained for.

"Mrs Grey," Dr Greene sat back down, and Ana already knew what was coming next, even though the doctor did not say it in a grim face.

"It's not happening, is it? You're not going to perform it."

"I am performing it, but you can still change your mind," Dr Greene stressed, slightly taken aback by the sudden display of pessimism that she thought she could only see in her husband. At the same time though, she could kind of understand the mindset that her patient now had, despite being unable to relate to it.

"So, when? Now?"

"Not now. First, the nurses and staff went home already, so there's no way to perform it unless it's an emergency, in which we will be going to a hospital. Secondly, I want you to be absolutely sure that you want this because there is no going back as your baby cannot be resuscitated. Third, it will be illegal if I perform it tonight and there also wouldn't be enough time."

"So, when tomorrow?"

"Early in the morning if you are still certain," and eager Dr Greene added to herself as she really began to feel herself to start sympathizing with the woman sitting across from her.

"Talk me through the process again, in more detail, please? How long will it take?"

"You will be out of her within the day, hopefully before noon if everything goes as planned. You will need at least 24 hours of rest. I'd recommend 48 just to be safe. Have someone to look after you, and don't stress."

Ana scoffed internally to herself at the last part. Rest she could do, she had plenty of time at her hands with her working remotely and about to go on maternity leave. However, no stress was impossible especially when the person she wanted taking care of her was nowhere to be found, and currently hated by her personal security. It was a double red flag, and she honestly didn't want to go out of her way to find a way to seek him out.

"Didn't you say that I need time to prep?" Ana asked, recalling the procedure her doctor had talked her through in great detail. Dr Greene nodded, and despite sensing the unwillingness, Ana still asked the doctor. "Can we start now, then?"

"You can come here early in the morning tomorrow and there will be enough time for preparations. The actual procedure will only take 30 minutes top."

"I'll see you in the morning, then."

…

He buried his face in the crook of her neck after peppering her face with kisses to distract her from the uncomfortable stretch, and as he pulled and pushed in and out of her, he could feel her grip tighten around his hand and her pussy clenching around his cock. Her breathing picked up, she clawed at his hand and her mouth connected with his neck, muffling most of her noises as her teeth sank into his skin to absorb all the pleasure shooting up her spine. The silent pants and the occasional moan coming out of her mouth in addition to the sheen of sweat now beginning to get mixed with his were the only indication that she was at his mercy.

He picked up his pace, and each thrust was done with a bit more force. Her moans grew louder as he grunted against her shoulder. He twisted his head and sucked at her pulse lightly as his free hand traveled down to her clit, rubbing it between each powerful thrust.

"I'm coming… oh… oh! Oh!" Her mouth rounded as her back arched completely lifted from the mattress. Her walls spasmed around him rapidly, squeezing him and bringing him over the edge as he shot his load into the tip of the condom.

He managed to pull out mid orgasm and flipped onto his back next to her. As he tied off the condom and brought it to the bin in the bathroom, his senses returned. It was like he had been snapped out of a hypnotic trance that he did not want to be in.

Except, hers did not.

…

Anastasia dutifully placed her feet on the stirrups and reclined on the bed as her eyes focused on the ceiling as she waited for the next step. The shot that was given to her earlier was probably the last shot she'd ever allow to be injected in her because as calm and collected she appeared to be on the surface, she felt like all of her was taken along with that syringe full of poison.

When she first arrived, she was expecting a numbing agent immediately to numb her—all of her from the inside out—but the only kind of narcotic drug she received was the injection that targeted her baby. The drug that ensured her baby was dead, and as much as she was willing her mind to move away from the thoughts about how she had just essentially killed her own child, she couldn't stop her mind from going in that direction.

She was already so deep down that route believing and convincing herself that she had just committed a homicide. Despite her efforts to steer clear, those darker thoughts were overwhelming her rational ones, and now her mind went beyond her control.

While she was still mentally stuck at that single snapshot of when she consented to have the lethal injection for her baby girl. She knew that it was a painless process for her child and it was a much better way to leave this cruel world than suffering at the hands of illnesses and all kinds of diseases that came with a congenital heart defect.

"Mrs Grey…" Dr Greene waved her hand before her face finally got her attention. "Are you okay? I've been calling you for a while and I thought you were responding to me because you nodded your head."

"Huh?" Ana blinked a few times to regain her focus and as if she was returning to the real world. "What? I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I asked you if you feel anything. Pain? Discomfort?"

Ana was confused for a second before realizing that there was a synthetic dilator in her cervix. It was so deep inside her that she suddenly didn't dare move an inch.

"There's something up my uterus, that's all I can feel. It's… different but stretching," she answered, her brain still not completely caught up with the whole situation. All she could associate the feeling to was her now seemingly limited sexual experience.

"No discomfort?"

Ana shook her head and her eyes widened as she watched Dr Greene pull down the drape to cover her exposed vagina then walked away.

"Where… where are you going?" She stuttered in horror, but she didn't panic, and for some reason the only concern swimming inside her head right now was how embarrassing it was for her to be in this position so helplessly.

"I'm gathering the supplies. I will be back in time, no one will come in, you just try to make yourself comfortable."

"Wait!" Ana called after the doctor. "Isn't this a D&E? Like it's only supposed to take half an hour top. You told me that, too."

"The evacuation part is usually 15 to 30 minutes top, but the dilation can take up to 24 hours."

"How long will this be in me, then?"

"I'd say a few hours, maybe just a couple, but I will be monitoring closely as you are 18 weeks pregnant already."

"What's even there to monitor?" Ana grunted grumpily to the empty office the minute Dr Greene disappeared next door. "It's not like there's anything left of me that's even alive."

…

Brie blew out a breath, a stupid grin threatening to break surface but she didn't dare show her feelings too soon. She needed to know his reaction first.

"Damn…" she couldn't help but breathe out in sated satisfaction.

"Yeah, wow," he echoed but with a heavy trace of sarcasm and a lace of disbelief in them.

"That was…" she smiled, allowing her ecstatic feelings to rear, having mistaken his sigh for one of contentment instead of regret.

"What was that?" He snapped, shooting up to his elbow to look at the scene around him.

"What?" Brie's head shot up, lifting up the covers to child her nakedness. He was obviously out of the daze, and her eyes narrowed at the man but she was equally speechless at the moment.

"How did this happen?" He spun his head to face her, clearly forgetting that he was hungover and actually kind of blacked out for the majority of the time until now.

"What do you mean? I mean, I know that you're unavailable in every sense of the word, and I won't say anything, but you led me to believe that you want this."

"I don't want this! I want my marriage and my wife, and what do you mean I led you on?" He took deep breaths to calm his racing heart and did his best to not scream at the poor girl.

"I- I thought you probably were confused about your feelings…" she said in a tiny voice that only made his glare on her harden. "And after this… after this, I think I now understand why everyone loved you so easily. You are so easy to fall for, and so easy to love. Your face helped, and your skills certainly were a bonus."

"I never gave you any indication that I am remotely interested in you," he stared at her incredulously. "I thought you were my friend who's helping me fix my marriage. I thought I could trust you to not take advantage of me."

"You all but begged me to not leave!" She exclaimed as tears sprang into her eyes once again.

"That's because I need to consult you after I fuck everything up with my wife for the umpteenth time since I met her! I need you to talk to me so I can understand why she is acting like she is, so I can do better to fix everything. But clearly, you're only interested in getting me in your bed."

"I do not! I genuinely liked you, and you're just so confusing about your feelings and sending me mixed signals."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't micro-analyze everything like you females tend to do. And for the record, what I just did—what we just did—was enough proof to me that I need my relationship with my wife to be okay, because no one has that kind of connection with me or shared anything that strong with me other than my fucking wife. So, yeah, I've never felt anything for you, and I never will for any other woman."

Her eyes watered and the tears poured out of her eye sockets at his harsh words, his rough tones, and the hard facial expression. Seeing her crumbling at his verbal attack, he suddenly wasn't feeling so cathartically anymore. His eyes softened a touch, and his shoulders sagged as he ran a hand through his hair, down his face, and then reached for his discarded pants.

He wanted to apologize but he also didn't want her to think that it was okay for her to get away with taking advantage of him, as well as making a statement to her that he wasn't too forgiving in this case.

"What are we now?" She wondered aloud having sensed his hesitation thinking he felt bad for yelling at her and for his attitude.

She was just waiting for him to say it was a mistake, and that he was sorry for shouting and screaming at her, and taking all of his anger and frustration out on her. She was hoping he'd tell her that he was just confused, but he said.

"We are a step too far."

She was not expecting that response, and she had nothing prepared as an answer.

His voice was so cold and distant that it stung so bad that it hurt. She never thought it would hurt this bad because they weren't anything but a fling in the loosest term.

"Look, I can probably read your mind by that look in your eyes, and I am sorry that I'm breaking your heart. I saw you as a friend, and we were going to end our friendship on great terms but it was a moment of weakness and I let that take over. You caught me by surprise but I should've done better."

"That was one of the best experiences I've ever had…" she admitted meekly, not wanting to know what he thought of it.

"I can't lead you on, and I never had any intention of doing so. I never gave you any indication that we'd be anything but friends, but since what's done is done, I can only tell you this. I promised one person my life, and I will not promise another."

To him, the climax and the sex was mediocre at best. He had had worse ones before but the best memories definitely all starred one Anastasia Grey.

"I am going back to my wife, and I hope, for your sake, that you never step foot in the States again."

…

Meanwhile, lying on the stirrup with her slit stretched open wide, Ana squeezed her eyes as she endured all the pain and discomfort that came with termination. It wasn't necessarily painful but it certainly wasn't hard to imagine the pain.

The instrument went up her vagina and entered through her cervix, and despite the doctor announcing that it had been expanded wide enough, she could still feel the content in her uterus being pulled out especially when the baby was delivered.

When the baby got out between her legs, she bit down on her lip hard trying to stop herself from crying—this could've been a much more happier and different scenario, and yet here she was lying in the same position as a woman in labor only doing the exact opposite of bringing a life into the world.

That was it.

She had gone through with an abortion, something she never thought she'd ever do in her entire life. And, when Sawyer carried her out of the clinic and into the awaiting car, she felt like she had cheated.

Cheated on what she didn't know but she just felt like she had chosen the easy way out, and when she should feel like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders, she now felt worse than shit. It was like a new pile of stress was now pressing down on her chest.

For those of you who did read it, lemme know what you think in the reviews~

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