I was startled as he pushed me onto the bed, the force of his actions leaving me breathless. His expression darkened, his irritation showing as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Kill me," I whispered, the weight of despair heavy in my voice. His surprise was evident, his eyes searching mine for understanding.
"I don't want to live any longer," I confessed, tears slowly falling down my cheeks. "I can't bear it. I don't have any reason to live, Andrew." My voice trembled with pain as I cupped my face, unable to contain my sorrow any longer.
"I didn't do it," I pleaded, wiping away the tears that stained my face. "I didn't kill Asher." A tear escaped from his eye upon hearing the name we had chosen for our unborn child. It was a name he had decided, a symbol of our hopes and dreams.
"I promised, I didn't do it. That was my only source of happiness," I continued, tears streaming down my face, my voice filled with desperation and longing.
