Anne Moore
We arrived home late. We left the registry office in a deathly silence, and the whole way back was the same. I stared out the window, my heart heavy. From that moment on, I was a married woman, bound to the only man I'd ever been with, the father of my child, the only man who had ever made me feel anything. I confess that I had fantasized a few times about a life with Andrew, what it would be like if he loved me, if he felt something for me. But none of that was, or could ever be, real. I don't know what I did, but it was so wrong in my life to deserve this constant hell. Andrew hates me. I see it in his eyes. His desire for me can't overshadow the anger he feels because I hid Chloe from him. I wish he could understand everything I did. I was thinking of our daughter. I know fo
