His sweetheart. It’s always about Lucy. That’s always his excuse, the same one he used to fool me, every time.
Where could I possibly vent my anger? I had no outlet, no one to listen.
But that night, something unexpected happened. Spencer came home early.
"Tiffany, come here," he called out to me.
His voice, that same condescending tone he always used, grated on my nerves. The mere sound of it filled me with disgust.
"Spencer, what’s with you today?" I snapped back, my patience already wearing thin. Since the night he violated me, my feelings for him had soured. There was no longer any illusion of a happy life together.
His dark, brooding eyes fixed on me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. There was something unsettling about the way he looked at me.
"Go get checked tomorrow to see if you’re pregnant. Aunt Zeina told me you haven’t had your period this month."
My heart skipped a beat. Why was he paying such close attention to something so personal? Panic surged through me. I had been so consumed with writing lately that I hadn’t kept track.
I tried to brush it off. "It’s probably just a hormonal imbalance. A lot of women experience this, it doesn’t mean I’m pregnant."