she was crying while gently touching her pregnant belly, facing the man who is the father of the child she's carrying.

"Who is she, Laz?" the girl asked, her voice soft and modest.

"Get in the car, babe," he said to the girl, shifting his gaze back to her with an angry expression.

Lazarus tone was harsh as he yelled, "What are you looking at? Get lost!" His loud remark only made her cry even more. Lazarus responded curtly to the girl's question, his tone authoritative, "Get in the car, Samantha." His voice then softened, adopting a calmer tone.

As she watched Lazarus interact with the girl, using a calm and gentle tone, she felt an even deeper sense of hurt and anguish. His kind demeanor towards her only amplified her pain and made her feel more betrayed.

She dropped to her knees in front of Lazarus, her voice filled with pleading, "Lazarus, please." *Tears streamed down her face as she spoke. (I'm not just begging for myself. I'm thinking about my child. I don't want my child to grow up without a father.) she said to her head.

Lazarus grasped her hair firmly and knelt down in front of her, his voice stern as he spoke. "I don't want to see your face from now on," he stated. "Don't make me push you away."

As Lazarus prepared to get into the car, she managed to speak up one last time. "You're so selfish, Lazarus," she said, her voice filled with a mix of anger and gratitude. "But thank you for this blessing. I pray that you won't regret this, and I hope you can sleep at night." With that, he got into his car, started the engine, and drove away, leaving her standing there, her emotions in turmoil.