INES
I often catch myself consumed by a single, relentless thought: how can I convince Adan to sleep with me? Ever since our last argument—when I told him I was pregnant—there's been nothing but silence between us. He hasn't called, hasn't texted, and, if I'm being honest, I haven't reached out to him either.
I keep telling myself that I'm giving him time to process the news, time to let it sink in. But deep down, I know that's just an excuse. The real reason I'm avoiding him is fear—paralyzing, suffocating fear. I'm terrified that if I spend too much time around him, he'll figure out the truth. He'll catch on to the fact that I'm not actually pregnant, that the whole thing is a lie.
