“Ember, Elara wants pups, but she doesn’t want them with someone she doesn’t love. Once the pup is born, I’ll end things with her. I promise.”
His words were like a punch to the gut. My breath caught in my throat. Elara. The pup. It wasn’t just a mistake. It was real. He had planned a future—but not with me.
I couldn’t respond. Slowly, I pushed his hand off me and shifted to the edge of the bed. The cold space between us was impossible to ignore.
Sensing the change, he snapped. “What’s your problem? You said you didn’t care about my past! You said you just wanted to be with me!” His voice rose, sharp with frustration.
He continued ranting, accusing me of jealousy. “I didn’t even have to tell you this. I was honest out of respect. You’re making this harder than it needs to be. You’re really disappointing me right now.”
Then came the final blow. “If you want pups, I can have one with you later. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.”
With that, he stormed out, leaving me in silence. I lay there, staring at the moonlight filtering through the trees. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. In his mind, being “honest” was a favor. And if I didn’t accept it, I was the one at fault.