The Billionaire Rejected Me

I held onto my stomach, crying in front of the father of the child I was carrying.

"Who is she, Laz?" the beautiful woman asked gently.

"Get in my car, baby," Laz told the woman. He turned to me with a harsh look. "What else are you looking at? Leave!" he shouted, causing more tears to fall.

I didn't leave; I stayed and continued crying in front of him.

"Laz? Why is she crying? Tell me," her voice was so gentle, like an angel.

"Get in my car, now, Samantha," Laz softly coaxed the woman.

My chest ached even more because of the way he treated her.