No More Convenience

Synopsis

For three years, I was nothing more than Jefferson Whitfield's bedmate. Every time it ended, he would head to the shower alone, tossing the same line over his shoulder. He said, "You're easy to be with. Don't overthink it. We're just giving each other what we need." A week later, staring at the two lines on the pregnancy test, I ended things without hesitation. Later, I sat alone in the hospital after the procedure. The woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Why are you here by yourself? Where's your partner?" I said, "We broke up." She sighed. "Men are all the same. Just find someone decent. Don't be so picky." I kept my voice calm. "Marriage is the only family you get to choose in this life. If I have to settle for that, then what's the point of living at all?" A cold voice cut in from behind. "Other than me, who else are you planning to choose?" I paused and then lifted my eyes, looking indifferent. "What we had is over. Now we go our separate ways."