I had chosen a small hospital to avoid being found, but he still tracked me down.
I couldn't escape him.
But I had already made up my mind—no matter what, I was leaving.
I grabbed his hand, his eyes bloodshot with restrained anger.
"Aaron, let's talk."
I smiled at him, already at peace, but he wasn't.
Aaron dragged me into the hospital room.
The moment we entered, his kisses rained down on me in a frenzy.
"Amanda, you're being disobedient. You're trying to run again."
He held me close, and for the first time, I felt his body trembling—he was scared.
"Aaron, I'm not keeping this child, and I don't want you either."
I spoke firmly, but it was as if he hadn't heard. He reached into my clothes, trying to unhook my bra.
"Amanda, if you give birth to our child, you won't leave, right?"
"Now that the old woman is dead, you have something else to hold onto, don't you?"
He... was acting insane.
Desperately, he continued to strip my clothes. I slapped him hard, my disappointment reaching its peak, and tears instantly spilled from my eyes.
"Aaron, listen carefully. I don't want you anymore. You can keep me locked up, but you can't make me stay."