I tried to resist, but then he whispered my name, his voice raw with longing. He said I was the one he loved most.
Nathaniel Carter had been my dream for years and that night, I surrendered to him.
We married soon after and for a while, it felt like a dream. But the moment I became pregnant, everything changed.
That was when Ophelia returned from abroad and suddenly, the man who once adored me turned cold.
His late nights became more frequent and his presence at home was a rare occurrence.
Then, one night, he stumbled in, reeking of alcohol, his eyes filled with hatred. Without warning, he lunged at me, his fists clenched.
"You damn bad luck! You never should’ve been here!"
"Because of you, Ophelia won’t touch me!"
"She said that if she got together with me now, she’d be the other woman!"
A sharp pain ripped through my abdomen and I realized he didn’t care if he killed us both.
I stared at the man I had once loved with every fiber of my being, my heart shattering into pieces.
He had struck the child in my belly, not out of anger toward me, but because he couldn’t sleep with Ophelia.