Exchange of hurtful words

Morgan's point of view 

“What’s this?” I asked, my tone colder now.

“It’s none of your business,” Marrissa snapped, reaching for it, but I held it out of her reach.

“Marissa,” I said, “Is this what I think it is?”

She said nothing, her eyes fixed on the floor. 

"Are you trying to kill an innocent child?" I asked. I could see the tears swelling at the back of her eyes.

“Don't fall for it, Morgan," my inner mind said.

“Oh how you disgust me,” I said, my tone sharper.

She raised her eyes to look at me and I saw something flashed, anger, pain, sadness, but I didn't care.

“Satisfy my curiosity Marrissa, why would you want to hurt something as cute as a baby?” I asked, my tone softer.

“Could it be because you are involved with so many men that you are not sure who the father is?”

“Or that you enjoy your immoral lifestyle so much that you feel bearing a child would disrupt your business.....”

Marrissa didn't let my words drop before landing me a slap.

“How dare you, she fumed, you have no right to pour out such rubbish sir, you know nothing about me, nothing about my situation, so please keep your annoying assumptions to yourself,” she said, anger blazing from her eyes.

“I see the truth hurt,” I said, smirking.

“This is not over,” I said, storming out of her office. I banged my door as I went into my office.

“How dare she play the victim? How dare she pretend to be innocent? How dare she try to kill a child that could be mine?’

I hit the wall hard with my fist, thinking of what to do next.

“No..... I can not let her do this until I'm sure the child isn't mine,” I whispered, walking out of my office.

“What now?” She asked, as soon as she saw me.

I could see she had been crying, but the truth is her tears do not matter to me, not now, not ever.

I picked the bottle up again, and staring at her, I said.

“You are not allowed to hurt this child, you do not make such decisions yourself.”

“How is that even your business,” she screamed.” It is my personal life and my decision. You have no right.”

“I have as equal rights as you regarding this child, Marrissa. I would never let you hurt my child,” I said in hot anger.

She paused,” what...did you just say your child…?” she stammered.

“Oh, I see you suddenly have amnesia, or you just hit your head, and suddenly you forgot the night we spent together, right?”

“What.....so you are the stranger that took advantage of me?” she said.

“What? Take advantage of you?” I asked, laughing" Don't flatter yourself, Marrissa, 

“Even if you danced naked in front of me and a billion dollars was attached to your head, I would never be with someone as filthy as you,” I replied.

I saw her flinch, her eyes turned red with anger.

“So.....what happened then? Did I rape you?” She asked.

I paused, not knowing how to reply.

“Let's just say it was Ill-fate, one I curse so much and will never repeat itself.”

Marrissa stood still.I could see that my words cut her like a knife, but she didn't break down.

“Well, the feeling is mutual, Morgan. I curse the day I had an encounter with you, but trust me, nothing in the universe will bring us together again,” she said firmly.

Now her words cut me deep.

“This baby is mine, and we don't need you…”

“It's not your call,” I said.

“I know if word about this shameful act gets out it will ruin my reputation, so this is what I'll do.”

“I will write you a check of 10 million dollars. You will leave the country, have the child but make sure not to infect him or her with any STD. When I'm ready, I'll have a DNA test and if it's my child I'll take him from you.” I said.

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the weight of words that had just been exchanged. 

Marrissa stood in front of me, her arms crossed tightly against her chest as though she were shielding herself from my cutting remarks. 

Her eyes were red, tears threatening to spill, but she held them back. I hated her tears. 

Not because they weren’t real, but because they could soften anyone else. Not me. Not anymore.

“I don’t know what kind of man you think you are, Morgan,” she said, her voice trembling, “but you don’t own me. You don’t own this child.”

I scoffed, pacing back and forth, barely able to keep my anger in check. 

“Ownership? Don’t twist this, Marrissa. I have a right to know. I have a right to protect my child. If there’s even a chance that baby is mine, I won’t let you destroy it.”

She laughed bitterly, a sound that chilled me more than her tears. “Protect? You think this is protection? Barging in here, throwing accusations, throwing money at me like I’m some commodity you can buy off the shelf? Let me tell you something, Morgan, you are not the hero of this story.”

“And you are?” I shot back. “Don’t act like you’re some saint, Marrissa. You’ve lived your life recklessly, carelessly, and now you want to sweep the consequences under the rug.”

“Recklessly?” she repeated, her voice rising. “You think you know me? You think you understand my choices, my struggles? You don’t! You have no idea what it’s like to live a life where every decision feels like a trap. So don’t you dare sit on your high horse and pretend you’re better than I.”

“Oh, spare me the sob story,” I said, waving her off. “You’ve always been good at playing the victim. But let me tell you something—you don’t get to decide the fate of my child without me.”

She glared at me, her hands trembling as she pointed a finger in my direction. “Your child? You don’t even know if it’s yours, Morgan! And frankly, with the way you’re acting, I would not want it to be.”

Her words stung more than I cared to admit. My jaw tightened, and for a moment, I was at a loss for how to respond. The night we spent together—it had been a mistake, a collision of poor decisions, but it wasn’t something I could erase. 

And now, standing here in the wreckage of our lives, I can not tell if I was more angry at her or at myself.

“Let me make this clear,” I said, my voice low, “I don’t care how you feel about me. What matters is the child. If there’s even a sliver of a chance that it’s mine, I’ll do whatever it takes to ensure that child is born. Ten million dollars, Marrissa. Take it, leave the country, and have the baby. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

She looked at me like I had just slapped her. “Do you think I care about your money? Do you think throwing cash at me makes up for anything? You don’t want a child, Morgan. You want control.”

Her words cut deep, deeper than I was willing to admit. “And what about you?” I countered. “You’re not exactly winning any awards for selflessness here. You were ready to end this child’s life without a second thought. What does that say about you?”

Her face crumpled then, the tears finally breaking free. She wiped at them angrily, as though furious at herself for letting me see her cry. “You don’t know anything about my reasons,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t know what I’ve been through, what I’m still going through. You think this is easy for me? You think I want to be in this position?”

For a moment, I felt bad. There was something in her voice, in the way her shoulders slumped, that made me hesitate. But my anger was a roaring beast, and I couldn’t let it go. “If it’s so hard for you, why not just take the deal? Ten million dollars, Marrissa. You could start over, rebuild your life. 

“You know your poor ass will never see such money again.”

She laughed bitterly again, shaking her head. “You really think money fixes everything, don’t you? That’s the problem with men like you, Morgan. You think the world revolves around your bank account. But this isn’t about money. It’s about a life—a life you barely even care about, as long as it doesn’t tarnish your precious reputation.”

I clenched my fists, the tension in the room almost unbearable. “I care more than you think,” I said through gritted teeth. “I care enough to fight for that child, even if I have to fight you to do it.”

Her eyes locked onto mine, a storm brewing within them. “You want to fight me? Fine. But let me tell you something, Morgan. If this child is born, it will grow up knowing one thing: that its mother fought tooth and nail to give it a chance at life. And you? You’ll be nothing but a footnote.”

Her words hit like a punch to the gut, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I stood my ground, my gaze unwavering. “We’ll see about that,” I said coldly. “Because this isn’t over, Marrissa. Not by a long shot.”

I turned on my heel and stormed towards the door.

Opening the door, my heart stopped when I saw who was standing at the door.