I open the elevator and go to the penthouse. I unlock the door, and my husband is waiting for me, standing next to the grand piano in the foyer.
He approaches me, but I stop walking and raise my hand. He stops and frowns.
" Are you alright?" he asks, concerned. I only nod.
" I'm tired. I don't want to talk right now," I murmur, walking past him. He grabs my wrist gently and looks down at me.
" Elara, you have to understand my reasons for not wanting a child," he says. I feel tears in my eyes again. I want to walk away before I can cry, but I choose to stay.
" Just one, please. And if you don't like it, we'll ship it off to our parents," I beg, but he is adamant.
"No, it will still be Levianthan," he insists.
" So, I should get pregnant with another man's child and bring it in
