His lips brushed my neck as he spoke, warm and smooth, but all I felt was a chill that sank straight to my bones.
“Diego, I’m begging you… don’t touch me.”
Steam clouded the air, and in the blink of an eye, his expression turned cold.
“Kelly, don’t be ungrateful while I’m still willing to coax you.”
I stood frozen, fingertips stiff with cold.
When I still didn’t yield, he scooped me up and flung me onto the bed, no warmth. No hesitation.
In the darkness, his voice came sharp and careless.
“If you want to live comfortably, stop making a scene.”
My whole body was locked up.
Moments passed before the tears finally slipped down, soundless and slow.
The next morning, Madeline dashed over and kissed my cheek.
“Mommy, Daddy’s taking me to the amusement park today!”
I blinked, stunned. Diego never liked crowded places, much less taking her himself.
He leaned against the door, smiling faintly at her.
“Let’s go, my little princess.”
Not long after they left, I headed to the hospital.
Something about the chaos from last night left a strange, uneasy ache.
The moment I saw the early pregnancy test result, I stood frozen.