“You’re pretty sick if you think I’m going to stay with you in this place.” she didn’t touch the glass, she had always heard about alcohol hurting babies.
“Sick or not, you’re still going to marry me,” he said taking another sip of his wine. “Do you know what you want to eat?”
“I haven’t even seen the menu, and I’m not really hungry anymore,” and it was true, her appetite was gone. That lunch was turning out to be fatal.
“Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. You must feed yourself for the sake of your child.”
“Don’t tell me what’s best for my son,” she glared angrily at him one more time and he smiled.
“From now on I am a part of your life Melody, we should run the party in peace, at least try to,” his voice was so seductive that Melody almost fell over.
Just as she was about
