Brittany had been cooped up for three days now.

During these days, Eltham swung by numerous times, only to be met with Brittany's cold shoulder. Yet, it never seemed to faze him; if anything, he appeared even more delighted. He rambled on to himself, professing his undying love for her, how much he adored her.

Brittany thought Eltham had lost his marbles.

True affection wasn't about imprisonment.

Nor was it about relentlessly causing harm.

Yet, for some reason, Eltham was dead set on keeping her locked away.

Brittany was in a foul mood, her morning sickness intensifying by the day, far worse than before.

She was vomiting so much it felt like the world was spinning.

In just a few days, she had lost a significant amount of weight, her cheeks hollow, her eyes haunted by exhaustion.

Eltham was beside himself with worry: "Pregnancy is so tough, I swear I won't let you suffer like this again."

"You planning on getting a vasectomy?"

Brittany scoffed, "Or is it that you can't have kids?"

Wasn't he the one saying they should be together?

then promise she

course not," Eltham frowned, "Why should you go through

"You thinking of surrogacy?"

lost your

"I just don't want you

Eltham was not only mad but also

not marry you, nor will I condone such

thought disgusted

a commodity

covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom, vomiting again. Eltham followed, watching as she seemed

"Next week."

mouth,

child is

up, "Legally, Isaac

still husband

law; you have

arrange any

I'll make him agree to

always got what

realized it was impossible to communicate with him and pushed past him back to the

but was

is getting suspicious, she

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