"It doesn't matter," Timothy said flatly. His face was void of emotion. "It's been three years. We should have another child. Maybe with a baby, you'll finally settle down."Panic shot through me. I thought of the life growing inside me and blurted, "Timothy, stop the car now, or I'll jump out!"I was bluffing. I would never risk my baby's life.However, he simply locked the doors.Timothy frowned, clearly not expecting me to fight back so fiercely. In his mind, I was still the woman who clung to him, the one he could never shake off.For three years, every time we were intimate, he had been careful to use protection. No matter how much I hinted or pleaded to have another child, he never wavered. Most nights, he left right after, never even giving me the chance to get pregnant.Now that he finally wanted a baby, I was the one unwilling.I saw the baby inside me as a gift from heaven, a small piece of family that truly belonged to me, and Timothy would never know he existed.The
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