Chapter Two.

Pearl's POV 

“How do you mean heartless? This is not mine and what is it used for?” My gaze flickers between the bottle content and my husband.

“Enough Of the lies Pearl!” My husband barks in a thunderous voice that has me recoiling. “Enough Pearl, stop…stop lying,” he grits, “...to my face, I'm not a child, if you're not the one taking it then who has it? You keep lying to me and I believe every single word you say because I believe that you'll never lie to me. How come there's an abortion pill in your things? You've been aborting all your pregnancies?” He says the last sentence with a hint of disbelief, his eyes flaring with indefinable emotion, I've never seen my husband like this.

Right now he looks like a lethal animal that's looking for a slight reason to unalive something.

“Fabian, you have to believe me, I have never been pregnant and I've never aborted any of our children,” My chest heaving with uneasiness, my heart throbbing with fear, liquid heat pooling in my lower belly.

How did that get inside my room? I know for certain that it doesn't belong to me, I would never abort my baby, Not when it would determine my peace in this marriage.

Fabian let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head, lines of doubt were still written all over him.

“Fabian, you have to believe me, I'm telling the truth, this pill is not mine, I don't know...I don't know how it got here, you have to believe me, it doesn't belong to me,” I defend myself with my honest truth.

Fabian shakes his head again and shoots me a glare, “I would have believed you on another occasion because I'm so blindly in love with you that I believe every fucking word you say, I should have figured this out earlier, you said you would never give birth, you said that earlier in this marriage, I thought you were joking I didn't know you meant it, I didn't know you could be this evil, the doctor said you were fine, I should have known that this relationship was one-sided, Now I'm beginning to think about all the lies that you have told me in the past that I'm unable to figure out,” his hurtful accusations were bruising my fragile heart.

“That's not true!” I counter.

“Oh yeah that's true, and you know what? I hate myself for choosing you over my Mom,” 

I throw my arms over my stomach, hugging my stomach so tightly, my nails digging into my skin as tears wracked my body.

“Stop the crocodile tears, I can't believe what is happening right now, You've been killing my children without my consent?” 

“Fabian, I'm innocent of all the things you're accusing me of doing, I would never abort a baby without letting you know, you know this,” 

“No, I don't know this, I don't know you, this you standing in front of me, you really never wanted to have children?” His brow creases in amazement, he says words like he can't believe it and he isn't hearing me out.

“That was then, I was younger and scared, you know why,” my hands flare in front of me before dropping to my sides, “You know my fears with pregnancy that was born out of my Mom's death, but that won't make me abort a baby if I have one, I'm surprised you're doubting me all of a sudden,” I express my disbelief at his behavior, he may have trusted me blindly a few times but I did earn his trust.

Him saying words like this to me is a big lash to my ego.

“That’s because lately your claims are not backed up with proof, you've been lying to me a lot Pearl and I will appreciate it if you stop because you're making me feel stupid,” 

“I'm telling the truth, Fabian! I'm telling the truth,” I didn't know when I lost control over my growing anger and yelled at the top of my voice in a desperate move to defend myself.

My husband grinds his teeth, his muscles twitching under his skin as he clenches his fists, his fingers curling into a ball, his grey eye liquid with rage.

I take an instinctive step backward because he looks like he is about to lunge at me.

“I can't do this,” he says, searching the room till his eyes fall on his clothes, he throws them on.

“I made a mistake by coming here,” he throws me one last contemptuous look before marching out of the room.

He shuts the door with a loud thud and I flinch back in shock.

It's a different kind of pain when you're accused of something you didn't do by someone you love so much and there's no proof for you to show your innocence.

I lean against the wall crying my eyes out in pain, I drag my back on the wall till my butt hits the cold marble floor, I hug my knees as endless tears stream down my face.

My phone rings on the nightstand where I left it last night. I lean forward to get it, my eyes are glossy with tears. I don't see who it is before picking up the call.

“Hello, Baby Sis, Happy birthday!” My brother says in his usual perky-fake Italian voice earning a weak smile from me.

“Thank you,” I say, sniffing sobs.

“When will you be ready today? I have a surprise for you,” 

“I don't know,” I mutter hopelessly because the pain brewing in my heart is too heavy to step outside with.

“Are you okay, sis?” My brother's voice carrying a tinge of concern.