Such heartfelt words.
Too bad every single one was a lie.
I held his gaze, needing to push just once more.
"But this baby—we waited five years for this. You went through all those injections, all that medication. You nearly lost your hand protecting us." My voice cracked. "Can you really just... give up?"
Something flickered in his eyes. "Of course I can't. No one wants this baby more than I do."
But then his jaw set, his tone hardening with false conviction.
"But Celine, I'm your husband. I'm this child's father. It's my job to protect you both. If we bring this baby into the world, it will only mean endless suffering for you. Trust me on this. Let it go."
"We'll have other children. I promise."
Whether his grief was real or simply award-worthy acting, I couldn't tell anymore.
By the end, Edward was crying.
Hot tears splashed onto the back of my hand. I flinched.
I didn't understand.
He loved me—I'd seen it, felt it, lived it.
He loved this baby.
So why the affair? Why was he so desperate to end this pregnancy?
I opened my mouth to speak, but his phone buzzed.
The moment he saw the caller ID, panic flashed across his face.