The Gun at His Forehead

Summary

Julian never knew that on the night I pointed a gun at his head and demanded a breakup...

I was three months pregnant with his child.

He only knew I had gone mad. That I wanted to kill his mistress and their baby, and then end myself.

When he choked me and threw me to the ground, he roared with disgust:

"Do I not have the right to choose someone else?"

"Am I stuck with a filthy ex-con like you for the rest of my life?"

He walked away, protecting his mistress and her child, never looking back.

He didn't see the blood pooling beneath me.

Three years later. We were strangers.