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