No matter what colour eyes it has, or how old it gets, it will be the child of a murderer, conceived because I raped you while you were my prisoner, and everyone will know that. Everyone.” His face was furious, his fingers curling as if he wanted to shake her, but he turned away, his expression contorting. “Just leave it behind.” He drew a ragged breath. “You want children? Have them with someone else.” She stared at him, incredulous. “Is that what you think I’m going to do? Run away and pretend you were a monster I was lucky to escape?” He glanced at her, empty resignation in his face before
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