I Left with His Baby, He Knelt Too Late

Gavin Delgado was the most dangerous name in Kingsford's elite circles.

I told him I wanted a baby.

He curled his lip, eyes dripping with contempt：

“Using a pregnancy to claw your way in? Pathetic.”

I played along：

“You're right, of course. Then how about I keep the baby and lose the father? Would you allow that, Young Mr. Delgado?”

Gavin assumed I was playing hard to get. Mocked me for overestimating myself.

A month later, I picked up my lab results at the hospital.

Then I deleted every trace of Gavin Delgado from my phone.