Chapter 12
I was at a loss, so I went to Macy.
She was at Hour Bar.
It was still early, so there weren’t many customers. Macy ordered a cocktail before she handed it to me. “Why are you here at this hour? Did something happen?”
My gaze swept across the girls spinning around the poles. Hearing the tremendously loud pop music and yells, I shook my head. The cocktail was already on my lips when I put it down. “No. I came here to wind down.”
“Did Ashton bully you again?” Macy asked in exasperation. “If you’ve had enough of it, get a divorce. You’re pretty enough to get other men whom you’re attracted to. Why would you stay with an ice sculpture forever? Isn’t that tiring?”
Macy was always this outspoken. We were good friends, so she hated seeing me mope over Ashton.
I handed the pregnancy report to her as I uttered helplessly, “Even if I’m pretty, would any man accept me if I have a child?”
“You’re six weeks pregnant? I’d thought that you never
got drunk last month? Ashton came to pick me up.” I
her a while to regain her composure. “So what will you
my head. To be honest, I was
so being pregnant spells trouble. You should abort it and get a divorce. Life isn’t short. He’s not the
was growing, I told
she changed my cocktail
became crowded and rowdy. Macy was too busy to talk to me, so I
people milling around in
didn’t even realize it when the thugs had arrived. It wasn’t until people started yelling and stuff went crashing on the ground that I snapped
were surrounding Macy. Most of the customers had
the shadows, so no one noticed me. The thugs who were surrounding Macy were holding wooden
to find fault. To my surprise, Macy was eerily calm. Eventually, she asked them, “Are you here to find fault