Chapter 45

WHO FUCKING HURT YOU? I held my tears back, finding it pointless to cry, although they kept on pouring. “I loathe you, Ethan. I hate you more than I have ever hated anything in this world. You are right, it’s good that it’s gone. You would have made a horrible father; you are too toxic to be one. And that’s why I killed it. Because I could not bear the thought of having a child with a mentally deranged man like you.” I said, my voice dropping with every ounce of emotion I felt for him, as my breathing turned heavy. He must have felt the genuineness in the words, because his hands around my neck tightened. My vision grew hazy from the pressure, and I was left gasping for air. My hands clawed at his in a futile attempt to pry him off me. And when I thought he was really going to kill me, he let go. Pushing himself off me, he reacted like I scalded him. “Lie on all fours,” he ordered, his voice sounding dark and gruff. My eyes flared. A sense of fear crept in my mind, from knowing I was s