"You–you what?" I ask in a horrified whisper. He flushed my pills? I've been taking the placebo all along? He forced this pregnancy on me! As if feeling my distress, my baby turns in my belly and kicks gently, grounding me just enough to keep from
blacking out.
Michael's lips press into a thin line as he takes in my expression. "Gianna, you need to calm down," he says, his tone maddeningly reasonable. "It was in the past. It all worked out perfectly."
I stare at him in complete disbelief, my chest beginning to heave with my breaths. "Calm down? It all worked out perfectly?" I repeat, my voice shaking. I'm not even sure who I'm looking at right now. Have I ever really known him at all?
"How could you do this to me? You trapped me!"
"I loved you. I love you," he corrects, taking a step towards me. "I did what I thought would keep you by my side."
