She went through the rest of the day mindlessly, in a horrified sort of daze. He didn't love her. Dear god - she'd told him she loved him. Had she really? Yes - yes, she had. And it was true, she realised with an ever more sinking heart. She did love him. Now, when it was too late, when she was carrying his child and he thought of her only as a vessel for his s****l gratification, she suddenly realised she loved him. Oh, if it had only come sooner! If only she known, before, when he had offered her everything and the world...
But it was no use crying over the past. There was nothing she could do now. She knew one thing, though...she couldn't continue to have an affair with him. It would hurt too much, when he finally tired of her and cast her off. And the baby would show soon, too, and sh
