The new life growing within me was draining the life out of me. I laid on my bed, my right hand tucked under my pillow, and my left hand pressed against the growing bump of my belly. It still felt like a dream. No, it was not a dream. It felt like a nightmare. Every touch and thought of the child in my belly reminds me of him, whose name I have not dared speak since he left me. The soft glow of the full moon shaded light into my dark room, forcing the blue dress hanging by the mirror to come to view. She would be mad if she found me still in bed. Yet, I couldn't force myself to get up. I was sick of myself, sick of the pain, and sick of my traitorous heart that was still beating for him. Even after everything he did, after everything he said to me, after he took my heart and squeezed it between his fingers, my soul still yearned for him. I'd close my eyes and still see him standing tall right in front of me, his dark eyes glinting with joy, his long fingers brushing through the black s
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