He was right... I really was pregnant.
It had happened three months earlier.
Damien had shown up at my door late at night, drunk, and kissed me the moment he walked in.
I'd thought we'd be getting married soon anyway, so I'd let myself be persuaded.
But the next morning, when we woke up, Damien had pointed at my face and yelled at me like I'd done something terrible.
"Have you no shame? Did you drug me last night? There's no way I would've touched you otherwise!"
He'd been the one to come find me, but in the end, he'd put all the blame on me. Even then, I'd had a feeling things were changing. But because of our ten years together, because I'd wanted a family so badly, I'd still married him in my past life.
The only difference was that back then, Alessia had actually slit her wrists
