>”Meredith , I think we need to talk.” was all he said, his voice cold and resentful, the look on his eyes indicated a mix of confusion, pain and anger.
>”Ok then talk.”
>”They’re mine, aren’t they?”
>”Yes…”
>”Damn it Meredith, how could آپ hide from me the fact that آپ were pregnant with my children.”
>”They are not your children, they are my children, I was there for their first steps, their first words, for everything, I am working 12 hours a day, am a single mum and still I’m there for everything, آپ never were so آپ have no right calling them...
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