Ella's POV
Time had been moving so fast. It felt like only weeks ago that I had been dragged into this unwanted marriage, yet here I was, counting down the days until I could finally give birth.
People lied when they said the journey to motherhood was beautiful. For nine long months, I had been overly emotional, plagued by strange cravings, and forced to sleep in one position until my body ached.
I wanted this baby out of me desperately, and at the same time, I longed to see him. The ultrasound confirmed it was a boy, and the thought of holding him in my arms was the only thing that made everything bearable.
Since the night Vincent and I went out and crossed a line we should not have, he had grown distant. He still took me to my checkups and helped choose baby clothes, but it felt like he was present only in body. I tried talking to him more than once, but eventually, I stopped trying.
