The Billionaire Rejected Me

I held onto my stomach, crying in front of the father of the child I was carrying. "Who is she, Laz?" the beautiful woman asked gently. "Get in my car, baby," Laz told the woman. He turned to me with a harsh look. "What else are you looking at? Leave!" he shouted, causing more tears to fall. I didn't leave; I stayed and continued crying in front of him. "Laz? Why is she crying? Tell me," her voice was so gentle, like an angel. "Get in my car, now, Samantha," Laz softly coaxed the woman. My chest ached even more because of the way he treated her. "L-Lazarus, please..." I begged until I found myself kneeling in front of him. It hurt so much. It hurt like I couldn't bear it anymore. I didn't love him, but I didn't want my baby to grow up without a father. I was doing this for the sake of the child, not just for my own desires. I saw how he clenched his fists before I lowered my head and touched the floor. He knelt down too and roughly grabbed my hair, forcing our gazes to meet. He looked at me with intensity. "I don't want to see your face. From now on, don't let me fucking push you away," he said. His words made me cry even harder. He let go of my hair forcefully and stood up. He wrapped his strong, muscular arms around Samantha's waist. "Wait, Laz-" "Get in, okay?" Lazarus interrupted Samantha and kissed her forehead. Samantha had no choice but to get into the front seat of Lazarus's car. Lazarus turned around and opened the driver's seat. He was about to get in, but he stopped when I stood up and spoke. "Y-You're so selfish but thank you. Thank you for giving me this little blessing. I hope you sleep soundly every night, Lazarus." He finally got into the car and drove away quickly. I watched his car fade into the distance until I felt the rain pour down. I caressed my belly. It's not that big. I'm three weeks pregnant and now I'm trying to convince my baby's father to help me. But he didn't. He left me pregnant. "Y-Your daddy left us, baby..."