On the surface, he acted concerned and loving. But behind my back, he and my family were plotting how to use me.
He shamelessly fooled around with my younger sister right in my own home while my parents turned a blind eye and even encouraged it.
To them, I was nothing more than a fool they could use and discard.
I didn't say a word to either of them and went straight upstairs.
That night, Hunter, who normally never touched milk, suddenly brought me a glass.
"You're in your third trimester now. You really need to be getting enough protein and calcium."
"Be good. Drink the milk."
I stared at the glass in his hand, my gaze turning cold. "I don't want it."
Hunter looked slightly embarrassed by my refusal but still tried to coax me, voice soft.
"I'm doing this for you and the baby. Be good, okay?"
Without giving me a choice, he forced the glass to my lips and poured the milk down my throat.
As the sweet, fishy taste slid down, heavy drowsiness quickly set in.
Through the haze, I thought I saw two figures entangled beside me.
The next morning, I woke up sore all over, barely able to move.
After Hunter left for work, I unlocked my phone.