Please don't say you love me

Five years into my marriage with Julian Thorne, the golden boy of the city's elite, everyone whispered about how fiercely he adored me, how he'd give his life for me.

But because I couldn’t get pregnant, his parents’ subtle hints turned into outright demands.

The man who, on our wedding day, vowed to protect me forever, eventually shed tears.

"Harper, I can’t hold on anymore."

It turned out a man’s promises could be so fleeting.

Less than two months later, I saw him carefully helping a pregnant woman.

They were at the prenatal clinic.

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