The day I found out I was pregnant was the day I found out what my fianc really did for a living. In the worst possible way. And then he asked me to help him clean the bloodstains out of the carpet. I refused. He said it was fine. He would just have it replaced with hardwood floors. But I really, really liked that carpet. Like our relationship, the carpet was ruined forever. I knew I had a terrible choice to make. I knew I had to get away.
-------- Oliver
When I met her she was a fallen princess. I did everything to help her get back on her feet. I paid her tuition, I bought her a house. I held her when she cried. I listened. I got her the car she wanted. I bought her Louboutins when she graduated-- anything to make her happy. Anything to put a smile on her beautiful face. She never asked how. She never questioned it. Okay, so I wasn't exactly honest when I said I worked in life insurance. I mean, I do help people collect life insurance policies. The technicalities aren't important. And she had the audacity to look at me like that Like I was the lowest scum on earth. Like I was a scrub from that damned TLC song. I may be a hitman, but I am not a scrub. Doesn't she understand? Everything I've done, I did it for her. And our baby. And if she thinks she's getting away from me that easily, she has another thing coming.
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