I KILLED HIM MYSELF

“Have you gone mad, Ethan? You want to kill your own child!” I screamed in shock and fear. My chest felt tight and I could barely breathe as I watched him. His jaws tightened, his hands clenching into a fist beside him as he scoffed. “Child?” He questioned as if it was the most absurd thing he had ever heard. His lazy gaze dragged down my form in disgust as he sneered. “Do you remember months ago when you aborted my child. My baby! Even before I knew it was in there, you killed it. And now…now you refuse to kill your lover's child. Why Leah?” He breathed. His face, his voice—they held so much pain. Pain that twisted me in my guts, choked me in my chest and left me gasping for air. “Do you really believe that I’m carrying Tyler’s child?” I asked softly. His jaws clenched hard, and his hands lifted in the air, ready to take my small throat between them—but he stopped himself right at that very moment. Curling them into a fist back at his sides as he bit out. “Believe? I don’t just believ