During my first trimester, I frequently had awful mood swings, which I couldn't control. I would suddenly be excited about my pregnancy, but then I would immediately recline into utter sadness. I had believed I was not myself throughout that period, but I had often engrossed myself in my designs, and it had provided some sort of relieving distraction. My phone blipped again, and I was forced to add his number to my prohibited list."What's that?" Henry asked. I guessed it was written all over my face, and I was annoyed."It's nothing." I was pissed off."Layla, I know something is wrong. What is it?" Henry persisted and I sighed."It's a disturber," I was forced to say."Shouldn't we report him or her to the police?" He chewed."Him! And sincerely, I don't want to be connected to him in any way," I stated."But he wouldn't stop bothering you...""I know, it's just that...""What?" Henry questioned, and I stared at him, making eye contact with him."He's my ex-husband," I said."What
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