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Fergal's POV

I stared down at Pamela's engagement ring as I sighed. I missed her so much. I wanted her back in my arms. I didn't fucking want Mandy. I wanted my sweet, lovely, gorgeous Pamela.

I've seen all the posts of Pam and her new boyfriend. It really was over. Hell, they even had a pregnancy announcement. They seemed so happy, the way he was holding her and the way she was smiling. She was happy. Happy without me.

I wanted to call her and see how the baby was doing, but she wouldn't answer. I should be in the baby's life. It's my baby. But nope. I'm added to the list of baby daddies that Pamela excludes from their child's life. I mean, sure I have the other kids, but this is my baby too. The one the we planned together. But I just could never win against Pamela.

"Come to bed, baby."

Mandy said as she kissed my cheek.

"I'm not tired."

I said as I continued to stare down at Pam's engagement ring.

"Okay, fuck this."

Mandy said as she grabbed the ring from my hands and stomped on it.

"Mandy!"

"Fergal! You need to stop thinking about her! She is your ex! She fucked you over! Get the fuck over her!"

She screamed at me. I wanted to just break down into tears. I wanted Pamela. It felt like Mandy was some cold stranger. Pamela was home. And now I'm just homeless...