chapter one hundred and thirty one

Emily's POV

Nearly two days.

Tyler must be going crazy. He didn't sleep here; it bothers me a bit not to know where he slept. After all, how did we get to this point again?

I've been trying to stay calm this whole time. I can't afford any more stress. The doctor's orders were to rest throughout the entire pregnancy, especially the first five months.

He wasn't treating me poorly; on the contrary, he was trying to get closer. Every time he brought food for me, he attempted to approach me. I didn't let him. This time, I won't swallow infidelity easily.

I got up from bed feeling a bit heavy-headed, stopped for a few seconds to let my body adjust, and went to the vanity where I kept the vitamins and the tranquilizer. When I was about to take them, Tyler walked into the room and looked at me in astonishment.

"What's this?" he asks.

"Medicine."

"You're not sick," he comes over to me and takes the pills from me, "What were you thinking of doing with this tranquilizer?"

"Seriously? Are you ser