My knees gave out, and I slid down against the cold wall, tears falling freely. My hands covered my trembling lips so I won’t sob.
And they continued—whispering sweet nothings, moaning in pleasure, as if I didn’t exist. As if they weren’t shattering me, piece by piece.
One more year before he discards me?
No.
“It’s either I make him love me, or I make him hate Nalla.”
“Pregnant?” His voice thundered, his brows furrowed, and his eyes burned with unfiltered rage.
“I forgot my pills one time—”
“—and now you’re pregnant?!” he cut me off, glaring at me as if I had committed a crime.
I nodded, lowering my head. If I didn’t know the truth, I would defend myself. I knew he wouldn’t listen because he's the man who kept me only for the wealth tied to my father’s name.
He couldn’t access it yet—my signature was required, and I had refused to sign. Doubt lingered despite his reassurances that he’d never leave me. And yet…
"Shit!" he cursed under his breath, again and again, while I sat in silence, crying.
A month had passed since I uncovered his plan—another month without him coming home. Now, at four months pregnant, my condition was undeniable.