Steven threw me onto the bed. I landed on the soft mattress, staring at him in disbelief as my mind exploded.
“Steven, you dare!”
I struggled to sit up, my chest heaving with a mixture of rage and panic, my voice trembling. “I would have a child with a beggar before I’d have one with you! If you dare force me, I will kill you!”
The child I lost in my past life was a constant, immense pain in my heart, a nightmare I dared not revisit.
At first, I had just wanted a child to save my failing marriage. But once I was pregnant, I cherished that baby more than anything, even more than Steven. After the first trimester, when the pregnancy was stable, I wouldn’t even let him touch me.
He was the one who had shamelessly coaxed and tricked me into bed.
Sometimes I thought that if we couldn't make it to the end, I could still live a good life as long as I had my child by my side.
But the baby was gone, Horace was gone, and Steven was my only tie left. Yet, just after I was recovering from the miscarriage, Steven brought up divorce, wanting to be with Verna. How could a man like that ever deserve to be my child’s father again?
Steven loomed over me. I fought back with all my strength, but whether it was the drug or not, the more I moved, the hotter I felt, and the weaker I became.
With one hand, he pinned both of my hands above my head. His devastatingly handsome face was inches from mine, his eyes locked on me, his smile a cold, mocking sneer as he pronounced my sentence word by word.
“Unfortunately, the father of your child—will only ever be me.”
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