Too Late, Husband
caught between her teeth, but the pain in her chest couldn't be swallowed down. Eventually, he
edge of the bed, watchin
gently, not cruelly either. Just... wit
voice was sharp, flat. "
he side, eyes shut, letting the tears soak
k at him. "You're my wife, Emma. That mea
our child," she said, voice shaking. "So what are yo
o hers, heavier this time, more deliberate. She gasped, strug
whispered. "Stop
tness in him. Not to
kin. "You make me sick, Emma. But right now... I need that
e cruelty, the hollow way he spoke. She pushe
. "Why are you do
Not in words. A
mb, staring at the ceiling, feelin
-
orning crept in, bu
t rays of sun spilled through the window, she finally pulled herself o
married
of being
would ignore her forever and she'd live a quiet, cold l
something
. Just... demand. And from that night on, he kept coming
gave in, because wha
stopped touching her. But the torment didn't end. He just rep
u? Threw yourself into my b
y. If anything happens, I sw
g. You're nothing, Emma. The baby's nothing too.
oo slowly. Now, she couldn't b
r stomach-still flat,
g inside her. His
could love it. But she
for sweets and mischief. The image brought a fleeting, tender smil
en Caleb
ngered him. Not because he under
ny?" he asked,
d to. She knew the look on his face alr
intment tomorrow," she said qu
er hoped. He was the father, after al
t even h
N
er, crueler: "And even if I had time,
it used to. Maybe because the wo
tired, bi
t... only Sophie is worth