CHAPTER FIFTY ONE- talk

Yanna

I let out a groggy moan from my restless sleep, my first trimester has taken a huge toll on me. A wave of nausea hits me causing me to rush over to the bathroom to throw up for the again.

It’s been a week that I’ve been living in my apartment, Enzo hasn’t called since then and it just makes me wonder if he ever truly loved me.

An email pops up on my phone so I rush to pick up expecting an acceptance for a job offer but I was met with the usual spam mails that I’ve been getting for the past week now.

All companies that I’ve been applying to has either rejected me or not called me back and I was starting to get anxious even though it’s just been a week. The thought of reaching out to Mathew for that gig still lingers in my head.

My finger hovers over his contact as I internally debate to call him or not because I was desperate to do something at least.

It wasn’t that I was broke or anything….in fact I have a lot of money that can sustain me and my baby till wheneve