My sugar daddy broke up with his true love and chose me as her substitute, keeping me by his side for five years. Everyone in our circle said I was a pitiful stand-in. Then I unexpectedly got pregnant and went to have the baby aborted on my own. He was furious, demanding to know why. I looked at his face, which seemed less and less like the man I remembered, and calmly said, “Because I don't love you.” He stared at me in disbelief. “You don't love me?”
