LOVE DOESN’T HURT

“What?” The words slipped out of my lips before I could even comprehend what they were as I watched my entire world go still. Ethan watched the same way a predator would observe its prey right before devouring. “Did you think I’ll let you go just because you said so? I’d rather die than let you go just to watch you in another man’s arms,” he snarled in rage. “I cannot breath knowing you are carrying another man’s child inside of you. And if we want to keep breathing this torturous air together. Then your lover's seed inside you has to be gone,” he spat, his gaze heavy and filled with so much suffering. He backed me as if he could not bear to look at me one more time. My chest rose and fell unevenly and I struggled harder against their grip as I screamed, “You are committing a sin, Ethan. The gravest sins of all by killing your own child!” “It’s not mine so stop fucking lying. And as for you—you committed the gravest sin of all by sleeping with another man knowing very well you are marr