Exes. I'm Not Hurting

“I’m pregnant!” — “And what does that have to do with me?” — “Besides you, I had no one.” — “You’re not one to be fooled, are you?!” she says with a laugh. “You pretended to be good, and it turns out you’re just a typical mercenary trash—like everyone else?” His words hurt; it’s as if I’m dying inside. — “I couldn’t unwind me, baby. But, you know, I’ll help you. You need money, don’t you?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few red bills. — “I don’t know how much an abortion costs, but I hope this money is enough for you to disappear from my life. Forever.”