Romance
Ever since I got pregnant, stepping on the scale has been my biggest fear.My husband, Greyson Lewis, had a rule: if I weighed even a little more than I had the week before, he’d cut off my living expenses for the following week. He said our friends had been laughing at him ever since I got pregnant, mocking him for marrying a pig.Of all days, I happened to gain two pounds on the day of my anatomy scan.The bill came to $1,680, but he’d locked me out of both my bank card and the supplementary card he’d given me.When we got home, Greyson made me a plate of boiled vegetables, without even a single ear of corn."Eat less for a couple of days. Corn and potatoes are carbs, too. You need to lose weight as quickly as possible."But in the middle of the night, I was so hungry I couldn’t sleep. I sneaked $20 out of his pocket and went to grab a late-night burger and fries.I’d barely eaten half when the police caught me."Your husband called to report that you stole his money."Greyson rushed over and frowned at me. "So now you’ve learned to steal, too? Can’t you control your pig-like appetite for once?"Suddenly, I was just so tired of it all. I held out my hands. "Yes, I stole the money. Take me away."The officer stared at me in surprise, but Greyson only sneered. "Good. Let her spend a couple of days in jail. Maybe then she’ll stop thinking about food all day."I lowered my eyes to my swollen belly and suddenly laughed.He was right. How much weight could I lose just by eating less? Wouldn’t I lose it much faster if I got rid of the baby?
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