I Aborted His Baby And Left

Summary

After my third solo prenatal appointment, Logan called out of the blue.

"Get rid of the baby," his voice was cold, clipped, lacking even a shred of hesitation. "Chelsea should be the one to give me my first child."

"We’re married, Grace. We can have as many as we want later."

I stared at the dashboard of my car, the quiet hum of the engine suddenly sounding like white noise. I thought I had misheard him. The shock was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest until I could barely breathe. I drove home, my hands trembling on the steering wheel, desperate for an explanation.