She ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. How could her life be this miserable? Of all times to get pregnant, why did it have to happen *after* she had signed the divorce papers? Was there anyone in the world more unlucky than her?
Right now, she really wanted to kill the man responsible for this mess. She clearly remembered that one time when she had told him to wear protection. But in the middle of it, he had taken it off himself—and finished inside her. Thinking back, that was probably when it had happened.
She was going insane. Should she keep the baby or not? She had always resisted the idea of having a child with him, yet now that she was really pregnant, she hesitated. Especially after seeing Cynthia's little princess, Olive—so adorable and lovable. A thought crept into her mind: *If I had a daughter, would she be as sweet as Olive?*
