My eyes were focused on him, trying to absorb what he said.
What does he mean? That he won't hurt our child? Why? I mean, I thought he hated me and wouldn't give me time to rest from the sufferings I will experience from him? But why was he so angry about me hiding our child from him?
“El, why are you so mad at me? You won't hurt me if you find out I'm pregnant?”
“Yes, woman! That's why I'm burning with my anger towards you now. You let me lay hands on you even though you know you're carrying the heir to all the wealth I have! You are crazy!”
I stood up and tearfully approached him to thank him for his kindness.
“El, I was really scared; that's why I hid from you that I was pregnant. I thought you would hurt me and make us suffer—me and our child."
He looked at me, his eyes were blan
