“Mom, I know you’re worried about me,” Danielle’s voice softened. “But I’ve already made my decision. I can’t keep this child. My life is stable now—I have Niki, I have Ninesky. I don’t want this baby to disrupt everything, and I especially don’t want Niki to get hurt.”
Vivian was silent for a long time before finally conceding. “Alright. I’ll come over first thing the day after tomorrow. You need to take care of yourself. Don’t eat anything too greasy before the surgery, and get plenty of rest.”
“Okay, I will. Thanks, Mom.” Danielle’s eyes reddened as a wave of warmth washed over her.
After hanging up, Danielle leaned against the tree, her mind in turmoil. She thought back to what she’d just told her mother about Lorie’s pregnancy, and her brow furrowed.
Lorie was carrying Alexander’s child, and the baby in her own womb was Alexander’s flesh and blood, too.
Sometimes, history repeated itself in startling ways.
In her past life, she and Alexander were married when Millie Fletcher came between them as the other woman, and Millie had a child, too.
In this life, she thought she had made a clean break from Alexander, only to find herself pregnant again, while Lorie was also carrying his child.
If she insisted on getting involved with Alexander again, would Lorie’s child become what Millie’s had been in her last life? Would she be doomed to repeat the mistakes of her past?
She thought of Millie’s son, Raffy.
Perhaps that’s how fate worked, forcing you to repeat the same unfinished lesson until you finally gave a different answer.
In her past life, she had chosen compromise and concession, only to end up covered in scars.
Danielle closed her eyes, her hand tightening around her phone. A sharp, acidic pain clenched in her heart.
As she looked down at the termination order, tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision until the words on the paper dissolved into an illegible haze.

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