Chapter 23
Esther's POV
“I don't love you, I'm just trying to help your life, little doll,” John said.
“I suppose you don't, so please stop making me feel otherwise because it irritates me,” I replied before snapping my head away in frustration.
I leaned back on the couch and rolled my eyes. I swallowed hard my saliva. Perhaps he doesn't love me because if he does, he won't have treated me that way.
How could I get away with this birth stuff?
My heartfelt heaven, like a boulder, was sitting on it, suffocating me.
I couldn't shake off the sadness and hopelessness that became my constant companion. What would happen if he found out that I couldn't give birth to a child again? I can't be in this marriage for the rest of my life. John is not someone I love.
Should I fake a pregn
