Emma tried to pull away.She moved into the guest room on the second floor of the sprawling estate, the one with the softest bed and the smallest closet, away from the master suite that now felt like a battlefield. She ate alone when she could pushing trays aside, staring at plates of pasta and salad until her nausea churned and she pushed everything back untouched. Her body was a traitor: hormones flooding the system like a storm, breasts heavy and aching, belly rounding with the life they had created together. The permanent collar remained locked around her throat, cold and unyielding, a reminder she could never remove. She covered it obsessively with high-neck sweaters and scarves, but the fabric still felt suffocating every time she caught her reflection.Every time one of them reached for her, she flinched. The pregnancy had turned her exhaustion into something deeper, a bone-weary fog that made her cry in the shower where they cou
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