“I’m not trying to control you,” he says, his voice rough and low. “Aren’t you? You wanted me to move in, so I did and now I’m stuck on the side of a mountain, completely reliant on you if I want to leave.” “That’s not—” I interrupt him. “You wanted to make sure I could never leave, so you swapped out my birth control for the placebo pills, then fucked me every chance you got hoping that I’d get pregnant, knowing a baby would tie us together for the rest of our lives.” His lips part, but no words come out. “I left to get some space and come to terms with everything and instead of giving me
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