His words were a knife twisting deeper into my heart. The doctor had ordered no intimacy for a week, yet here he was, clawing at me, hellbent on getting me pregnant again, all for her.
Seven days, and he could not even wait that long.
Was his obsession with her really that all-consuming?
But why did I have to be collateral damage for their sick love story?
I pressed a hand against his chest, pushing weakly.
"Stop. I need to talk to you."
Just as I gathered the courage to tell him about the divorce, his phone buzzed.
One look at his phone, and his eyes ignited, raw and unfiltered longing blazing in them.
"Chloe is coming home for Thanksgiving tonight," he said, his voice trembling with barely contained excitement. "Mom wants us all there for the family Thanksgiving dinner. Get ready
