Chapter 12
I was at a loss, so I went to Macy.
She was at Hour Bar.
It was still early, so there weren’t many customers. Macy ordered a cocktail before she handed it to me. “Why are you here at this hour? Did something happen?”
My gaze swept across the girls spinning around the poles. Hearing the tremendously loud pop music and yells, I shook my head. The cocktail was already on my lips when I put it down. “No. I came here to wind down.”
“Did Ashton bully you again?” Macy asked in exasperation. “If you’ve had enough of it, get a divorce. You’re pretty enough to get other men whom you’re attracted to. Why would you stay with an ice sculpture forever? Isn’t that tiring?”
Macy was always this outspoken. We were good friends, so she hated seeing me mope over Ashton.
I handed the pregnancy report to her as I uttered helplessly, “Even if I’m pretty, would any man accept me if I have a child?”
Her eyes widened as she asked me, “You’re six weeks pregnant? I’d thought that you never had sex with Ashton?
how I got drunk last month? Ashton came to pick me up.” I took
while to regain her composure.
To be honest, I was at a loss
together. George is dead, so being pregnant spells trouble. You should abort it and get
was growing, I told Macy, “You should head back to
I wouldn’t heed her advice. Seeing as such, she changed my cocktail to a
the bar became crowded and rowdy. Macy was too busy to talk to me, so I sat in a
people milling around in the bar fascinated
realize it when the thugs had arrived. It wasn’t until people started
them were surrounding Macy. Most of the customers had fled. Even the booming music was now
so no one noticed me. The thugs who were surrounding Macy were
here to find fault. To my surprise, Macy was eerily calm. Eventually, she asked them, “Are you here to find fault