When I woke, I was in a hospital bed. Bandages covered my body. Every movement sent pain screaming through me.
I struggled to sit up—and found myself staring into Julian's bloodshot eyes.
"Doris, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?"
My whole body went rigid. My hand drifted to my stomach without thinking.
Back when we loved each other most, we'd dreamed of having a child together.
After the wedding, all that remained between us was torment and revenge.
I never imagined I'd have a child now. Not like this.
Julian loomed over me, something dark and red flickering in his gaze.
"Since you're carrying my child, I'm willing to forgive what happened before."
I looked up at him, a bitter laugh catching in my throat.
Forgive me? I didn't need that anymore.
I'd waited five years to hear those words.
When I first discovered his affair, I'd been devastated. Desperate. I'd grabbed his sleeve and begged him, over and over.
"Julian, please believe me. I had no choice."
"Forgive me. Can't we stop hurting each other?"
I'd humiliated myself completely. And all I got in return was his cold sneer.