Chapter 4

Freya's birthday party turned into a complete farce.

Lucas took me home.

The whole ride, I didn't say a word. I just stared out the window at the streets whizzing past, silent tears streaming down my cheeks.

Back home, I shut myself away in my room.

I hated everything.

I hated Andrew for being so cruel. I hated Freya for being so selfish. But most of all, I hated myself for being so clueless and gullible.

I thought my baby was a gift. A symbol of love. But no. He was just a tool. A means to an end for…