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I'm eight months pregnant now, and my body is completely deformed. I thought it would be better and that I would only gain what was necessary, but I'm just a huge ball. Albert hasn't touched me since. He keeps me prisoner in this house, as if I were just an incubator.
Since I moved into his room, he went to another and left me alone here. I'm awake because I want him to say goodbye to me. I want him to see me.
"Hi, are you leaving already? Or are you having breakfast first?" I ask, and he just nods.
"I'll have breakfast with you." He gives me a slight smile and touches my belly as he does every day.
"Hello, princess." My daughter, inside my belly, responds with a slight movement. I can't help but notice that he loves her.
"When is your appointment with the obstetrician?" he ask
