Don't Break Up, Mom

Synopsis

I found a lace underwear that didn't belong to me in the crevice of my boyfriend, Jacob Prichard's, wheelchair. My fingertips turned ice-cold. I looked up at him, lying paralyzed on the bed. "Jacob, let's break up." He didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone cold. "Fine." My heart shattered as I turned to leave when a childish voice exploded in my mind. "Mom, don't go. He'll be a billionaire later. He was framed and ended up like this." I froze mid-step, staring back at Jacob in disbelief. Before I could think it through, the baby in my womb urged anxiously again. "Mom, that woman who came back from the future is almost here. She did all this to Dad. She's coming to kill us."