Go to Jail After Getting Pregnant​

Summary

Three months pregnant, and Will sent me to prison himself.

Before I signed the confession, I asked him one last time if there was any other way.

“You’re pregnant,” he said, his voice calm, rational. “You can apply for probation, serve your sentence outside. It won’t be so bad. But Quinn… she’s not like you. She’s fragile. Prison would kill her.”

He leaned in, his words a soft poison. “Think of it as an act of grace, for our child. I promise you, Sage, the moment you get out, we’ll get married.”

I looked him in the eye. “You once said I owed her a life. After this, are we even?”