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I’m already dead?” Farrah pushed him with so much force that his back hit the wall.
    â€œI have never loved nobody the way I love you.” She began to cry. “Not even Khalil and look what you’ve done to me.”
    â€œI’m sorry,” Mills said sincerely.
    â€œWell, this time sorry isn’t good enough.” Farrah swallowed the tears in her throat and picked up her bag. “I’m done. Don’t call me, don’t come lookin’ for me. Just leave me the fuck alone.” She unlocked the door and left.
    Mills wanted to continue to put up a fight, but he knew that the right thing to do at that point was to give Farrah some space. Continuing to push the subject would only make her resent him more. He hated to let her walk out the door. Watching her board the elevator was the most excruciating form of torture he would ever have to bear. However, it had to be done.
    He’d pushed her too far this time. At that very moment as the elevator doors closed, Mills’s lungs instantly stopped producing air. Farrah was the vital organ that he needed to breathe. He didn’t know how long it would take or what he’d have to do, but losing her for good wasn’t an option. Mills was determined to get his baby back.

Chapter 4
    I wish I had some weed up in my system ’cause I’m about two seconds away from flippin’ out.
    â€“ Jhené Aiko, “2 Seconds”
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    As Farrah reached the door to her old apartment, she couldn’t figure out if the load of her duffel bag or the load in her heart was greater. She hadn’t been through anything this traumatic since her breakup with Khalil, Kimye’s baby announcement, and that time when she was thirteen and got caught stealing the R&B group Total’s cassette tape from GrandPa Pidgeon’s. Neither of those experiences or life lessons could compare to this.
    She knew eventually she would get over Khalil, Kanye’s lapse in judgment, and her short stint as a thief, but what Mills had done to her would forever leave a severe scar etched across her heart. Or had she done this to herself? The day he came to her job, begging for forgiveness, a part of her knew that he was hiding something, but she loved him and wanted her happily-ever-after so much that she willed herself to look past her own woman’s intuition.
    Now, here she was, paying the ultimate price. Sorrowfully, she unlocked the door and instantly began to cry. In two weeks she was due to be married. She never imagined she would end up back where she started, hurt and alone.
    â€œFarrah, is that you?” London stepped out of the first-floor bathroom with a blush brush in her hand.
    On the inside, Farrah responded yes , but all she could summon on the outside was a head nod and a loud wail that came from the depth of her soul.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” London raced over to her dressed in nothing but a black-lace bra and a black, high-waisted, pencil skirt.
    Farrah wanted to answer her friend, but all she could do was drop her bag, cover her face, and cry. Worried sick, London wrapped Farrah up in her arms and hugged her tight.
    â€œFarrah, what is it? Is it the wedding?”
    â€œNo,” Farrah sobbed.
    â€œIs it Mills? Is he hurt?” London held her at arms length and examined her.
    â€œI just—can’t—believe—he—did—this—to—me.” Farrah’s chest heaved up and down. “I—loved—him.”
    â€œWho? Khalil?” London said, confused.
    â€œNo! Fool!” Farrah snapped, hitting her on the arm.
    â€œMy bad.” London massaged her arm. “I’m just trying to figure out what the hell yo’ crazy ass is talkin’ about.”
    â€œNo.” Farrah wiped her nose with the back of her shirt. “It’s Mills.” She sat down on the bottom step.
    â€œWhat he do now?” London stood in front of her.
    â€œHe had a baby on me,