With Ethan’s lack of restraint and the fact that he never gave me any birth control, this outcome seemed inevitable.
I was pregnant.
Ethan probably didn’t know yet.
I stared blankly at my flat stomach, lost in thought.
The sad part was, did I even have a say in whether to keep this child or not?
Lately, Ethan had been coming home early.
And the moment he walked through the door, he would pull me into his arms.
Sometimes, I struggled to reconcile this man with the one who used to kick me to the ground the moment he got bored.
At some point, his bottom line had shifted–lowered to an extent I never thought possible.
Sometimes, I overheard his phone calls with his friends.
It was probably one of them inviting him out for a game of cards.
He let out a low chuckle, his gaze dropping to where I was curled up on the couch.
“I’m keeping my wife company.”
A burst of exaggerated groans and jeers erupted from the other end, loud enough for me to hear.
“Still spoiling that crazy little thing of yours…?”
Their voices faded, laced with disdain.
Yeah. In Ethan’s circle of friends, that was exactly how they saw me.
A lunatic. A mess. The unhinged girl who refused to be the perfect Mrs. Chambers and instead spent her
