Jared had recorded each date with precision, right up to the most recent one, even predicting the next. The journal slipped from her fingers, landing on the desk with a dull thud.
He knew. He knew it had been a safe day when they last made love.
The realization turned her stomach. He hadn't changed his mind about children, after all. The intimacy she had thought was spontaneous, born out of love and renewed passion, had been calculated.
Jerica's vision blurred as the betrayal set in, sharp and merciless. Her knees weakened, and she grasped the edge of the desk to steady herself. The room, once a comforting refuge filled with the soft glow of the afternoon sun, now felt like an unforgiving prison, its walls pressing in on her.
Why? Why doesn't he want to have children with me? Does he think I'm not worthy to be a mother?
