I Am Done Protecting You

Summary

The chime of the system echoed in the hollows of my skull just as I reached the center of the living room.

Only ten minutes ago, my younger sister had been sobbing in my arms, her face a mask of fragile beauty as she begged for reassurance that I wouldn’t abandon her once I was married.

Now, Gilbert, my fiancé—the man who hadn’t uttered a word in the seven years I’d known him—was using his hands to shatter my world.

His fingers moved with clinical precision. Your sister is pregnant. Then, the follow-up, a jagged blade of a sentence: The child is mine.