Chapter 4 # The second I opened the door , I heard a noise coming from the nursery and my anger flare up . Beckett had renovated that room the moment he found out I was pregnant . He'd filled it with only the best . Every piece of furniture , every stuffed animal , every blanket - he picked them all out himself . For our baby N And now he wanted to give that to Delaney ? N Fury surged through me . I stormed down the hallway and swung the door open - only to find Delaney lying in the crib . I yanked her up without thinking , rage burning in my chest . But before I could get a word out , Beckett grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from her . " What is wrong with you ? You act like a lunatic the second you walk in . " he snapped . But when he saw the tears in my eyes , he hesitated- his grip loosening just a little.N " Are you really giving her this room ? " I asked , my voice raw and broken . # Becket ! frowned . " Delaney said she likes it . It's not a big deal if she stays here for a while . " " Do you remember … " N " Enough , Evelyn ! " he cut me off , irritated . " Everything you've done these past few days has been disappointing . If you keep acting like this , I'll have to reconsider whether this marriage should even continue . " He paused , eyes cold . " You don't want the baby inside you to be born without a father , do you ? " N He was threatening me - with divorce.N Looking at his face , the side he always turned away when he was done with an argument , I felt the memories unravel . The promises , the whispered sweet nothings , all turning to ash in a matter of months.M He once said this room would always belong to our baby . He said he would treasure both of us for the rest of his life , " And yet here we were.N I didn't say anything else . I turned around and walked out , numb . My hand instinctively cradled my belly , feeling the faint flutter of life inside me . " Don't worry , baby . We don't need that room . I'll make you a better one . " # Behind me , Beckett stood frozen , watching me walk away . That same flicker of guilt from the hospital flashed across his face again- sharp and quick , then buried . But as Delaney called out to him from the nursery , he turned and walked back to her . Later , when I was back in the master bedroom , my phone buzzed . I got a string of voice messages from Delaney . I opened them one by one and hearing Beckett's doting tone in the recordings , I realized all their past affection was just practice for Beckett . # He was practicing on me and our baby , all for the sake of Delaney's child . Every nourishing soup I drank , every gift I received for the baby , every parenting tip Beckett shared with me - it was all just practice for Delaney's baby . Even the nursery itself was prepared by Beckett for the child in Delaney's womb.W I and the baby were just tools for Beckett's rehearsal . He didn't want Delaney to suffer through his learning curve , so I became the sacrifice . % I listened to the messages over and over , the pain swelling inside me until I laughed . Not because it was funny - because it hurt so much it pushed me over the edge . Everything I had been so proud of since the moment I got pregnant had been nothing but a lie . Beckett's tenderness toward my child ? It didn't even come close to what he showed Delaney and hers . I clenched my phone so tightly my hand shook . It hurt to breathe . All I could do was whisper over and over to myself that it was okay . It was okay . Because soon , we'd be free of him . Just me and the baby . The baby kicked . And we'd be just fine . he could hear me . Like he understood . I wrapped my arms around my belly and held it close . I stayed that way for a long time , until I could finally breathe again . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!