Being around Ethan for the rest of the afternoon wasn’t easy. I couldn’t lie to myself, after all.
Luckily, I had the default excuse of being pregnant, so I ended up laying in bed while Ethan focused on his work in the living area. As soon as he left, around dinner hour, I decided a nice warm shower to wash his scent off would be a great idea if I wanted to have some peace of mind for the rest of the night.
My life was never going to be normal, and the sooner I accepted that fate, the better. Regardless of how Ethan acted around me– regardless of how I put on a happy face– I had to live with the fact that I was only useful for as long as I was a breeder.
Once my task ended, so would my life.
‘Don’t cry, Rosalie. Tears are the most useless thing in the world!’ I told myself.
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