From that day on, the Davis began feverishly preparing for my wedding with Aron.
And in countless mad nights, Aron whispered in my ear, "Thea, don't worry, I will give you the most magnificent wedding, making you the happiest woman in the world."
I shakily accepted it all, forced by circumstances.
During the wedding preparations, my body began to malfunction.
My stomach churned daily, vomiting after every meal.
The servants in the villa were too frightened to speak, and Aron's face grew even darker.
That afternoon, a doctor came to examine me.
After a series of tests, the doctor said, "She's pregnant, already over three months."
All the furnishings in my room suffered, smashed to pieces by Aron.
Over three months exactly matched the time of my escape.
I knew full well whose child
