In Her Words

chapter 15

Adele's POV :

She was pregnant.

The words echoed in my mind, a mix of

disbelief and an overwhelming sense of

responsibility. We were going to be

mothers, something I had longed for

more than anything. But in that moment,

as the reality of it settled in, I realized I

wasn't ready to forgive her just yet. It felt

too soon. The wounds were still fresh,

the betrayal still stung. I needed to make

sure she understood the gravity of what

she had done, that she would never take

such risks again. So, I decided to keep the

act going.

It hurt me too, to keep her at arm's

length, but I convinced myself that this

was necessary. She needed to learn, and I

needed to be strong. Yet, I didn't realize

then that I was going too far. The line

between punishment and cruelty had

blurred.

When we got home, I told her we needed

to talk. I watched as her expression

changed when I told her she was

pregnant. There was a flicker of joy, pure

and unfiltered, that lit up her face-only

to be extinguished moments later by the

coldness in my own. Her eyes begged me

for comfort, for reassurance, but I held

back. She needed to feel this, to

understand the consequences of her

actions.

I saw how she grew weaker each day, her

body becoming frail, her spirit breaking

under the weight of my indifference. I

forced her to eat, but there was no

tenderness in it, no kindness-just the

mechanical act of ensuring she stayed

alive, like feeding a prisoner. She was

slipping away, and deep down, I knew it.

But I was too caught up in my own pain

to stop.

Three months passed, and by then, it was

clear to me that I had gone too far. My

love, my Alice, was no longer there. She

was a shell of the woman I adored. Her

belly had begun to rise, a physical

reminder of the life we had created

together, but there was no joy in it. I had

tortured her, and in doing so, I had

tortured myself even more.

I knew it had to end, this toxic cycle, but

before I could find the words, she spoke