That checkup had been a long time ago.
Emily knew Justin wouldn’t want this child. Rather than let him arrange for her to be forced into a termination, she would handle it on her own. She hated being controlled or coerced.
“Let’s eat first,” Justin said as he pulled out a chair for her before sitting down beside her.
Emily was surprised. In the past, whenever Emma’s name came up, it would inevitably lead to an argument. But today, he seemed oddly calm.
She didn’t dwell on it. Perhaps because she had just thrown up, her appetite wasn’t great, and she only picked at her food.
*
After dinner, Justin stood and casually said, “Move to the master bedroom tonight,” before heading to his study.
Emily frowned. “I’m not feeling well tonight. I can’t deal with you right now. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
Justin paused on the stairs, recalling the dream where she left him and disappeared from his life. The fear crept back, and his tone turned cold and commanding. “That’s an
