Mya:
1 month later:
I hated it. Being away from Christian irked my soul. I really wanted him by my side, especially inside of me. I had to deal with everything myself. I felt like I was going to raise that kid on my own. He never even came by to see me. It was as if he didn’t want to be around me at all.
I sat in the bedroom and sighed. There was no point of me going anywhere. However, Maribelle was persistent. She knocked on the door and walked into the room.
“Let’s eat.” She told me.
“I’m not hungry.” I sighed.
Maribelle came over to me and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me off the bed. I snatched my arm away from her, glaring back at her.
“Don’t yank me!” I shouted at her.
“Do you think Christian would be happy that human wife is sitting in the f*****g room, crying over him?!
