Jasmine’s POV

“Pack my things?” I asked for the second time.

“Did I stutter?” he asked. He turned the car engine off and opened his car door.

I remained seated. I felt numb.

“Jasmine,” he called me as he came around my side. He opened the passenger’s door and stood there, waiting for me to get out.

“Why do you want me to move into your house? I’m very comfortable and happy at my own apartment.”

“Jasmine, you’re having my kid. You’ve been talking crazy about adoption and abortion. Do you think I’ll be comfortable having you away from me with the baby inside you? You’re moving into the mansion...