"I've heard you," Priscoll said, his voice low and even.
"I know you think I'm a fool for falling in love with you, for making you my wife. But I won't forget that you're carrying our child. I'll always prioritize the baby's well-being, and I expect you to do the same.
"If you truly want a divorce, I'll consider it. But for now, let's focus on the baby's future. We owe it to ourselves and to our child to make the right decision.
"I know I haven't been the perfect husband, and I'm willing to work on our relationship. But if you're determined to leave, I won't stop you. Just know that I'll always be here for our child."
I looked at Priscoll, searching for any sign of sincerity in his words.
But his expression was unreadable, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was just trying to manipulate me.
"What makes you think I want a divorce?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Priscoll's eyes narrowed slightly.
