Trying to change my mood, he softened his voice even more. “Let’s not talk about that anymore. Let’s talk about us. Have you thought about where you want to hold the wedding? What kind of dress you want? What shape of diamond you want for your ring?”
He added, "We have to plan it soon. Once your belly shows, you won’t look good in a wedding gown.”
There would be no wedding. No baby. Not anymore.
“We’ll talk about it later,” I said softly. “I’m tired. I just want to sleep.”
Simon didn’t argue. He tugged the blanket gently around my body, kissed the corner of my mouth and quietly left.
When I looked at his back as he left, my heart was as calm as a puddle of stagnant water.
How long is he planning to keep up this act? I wondered.
He had talked about marriage before, too. However, it was all just talk. I knew he was not going to marry me. Since I knew the truth, I would not stay. We had become two parallel lines that could never meet again.
For the past few days, Simon had conveniently found excuses not to visit and I was done pretending.