My boyfriend and I had a nasty breakup. The year he loved me the most, I cheated on him by accepting three million dollars from his mom to abort our baby. He was kneeling outside the operating room where the abortion took place, crying and begging me not to be so cruel. He said he would hate me for the rest of his life. Six years later, he found a beautiful girlfriend, soon to be married. And I found him in a mess, wanting to borrow a little money. He forced me to go to his wedding, to watch with my own eyes, he married another woman home. He asked me if I regretted it. Before he knew it, I was raising our child alone. That child was sick and was dying. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)