I Gave Him My Ear, He Gave Me a Fake Marriage,Now I'm Gone

We had just walked out of the hospital after my prenatal checkup when Zane Gilbert handed me a card for a back-alley clinic.

“Paige, I went with you for the checkup, so that's done. Now find some time to get rid of the baby.”

I froze. My brain couldn't catch up to his words.

Then I saw him smile as he pulled out a red marriage certificate.

“The girl was making too much of a fuss, so I went ahead and got the license with her first.”

“As for yours? I paid someone to forge it.”

“You wouldn't want the kid to end up an illegitimate child, same as you, right?”