Defeated, Jeremy choked out, “I can’t do this with you anymore. I don’t want to fight with you anymore.” Tears in his eyes, he stares at Amy.
“I’m pregnant,” Amy replies without emotion.
“I’m so done that your being pregnant changes nothing.”
“You’d leave your child! What kind of monster are you?”
“Monster, this is the third time you’ve claimed to be pregnant! I’m not leaving my child. I am leaving you.”
“You can’t leave me. I won’t let you! I won’t let you!” shrieking and screaming, Amy moves in, shaking both her fists in his face.
“I’m done.”
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Thanks so much!!!
Hmm, but is she really pregnant this time? I'm guessing no since she said it without emotion. Great job!