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Don’t Choke on the Silence
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2025-08-21 02:15:46“Eat,” Edward muttered, dropping the tray onto the table with a dull thud. No eye contact. No softness. Just the words, like a chore he couldn’t wait to be done with.
Abigail sat frozen on the bed, arms wrapped around herself. Her stomach felt like ice—empty, but clenched. Not from hunger. From him. From the way he wouldn’t even look at her.
She didn’t move.
“If you’re not gonna eat, then toss it,” he snapped, already walking to the far side of the bed. He lay down with his back to her, shoulders stiff, jaw locked.
Abigail glanced at him. Just a quick look. Then down at her belly.
She placed a hand over it, fingers trembling. Edward was right. She couldn’t starve the baby just because everything between them felt like it was falling apart. She didn’t know how long he’d stay angry. Maybe forever. And maybe she deserved it.
She stood slowly, the mattress creaking beneath h
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