"You love me that much—so deal with me having a wandering eye."
The sheer absurdity of it turned my stomach.
I bit down on my lip. "Let's break up."
Ernest blinked, then let out a mocking laugh. "Break up? Fine. You're still aborting it, though."
The coldness in him froze me where I stood.
When I didn't answer, he looked even more pleased with himself. "I knew you couldn't actually leave."
"Agatha, drop the bluffing act. It doesn't work on me."
"Try this again and I'll dump you myself. Get on your knees and beg—won't change a thing."
My hands clenched so tight my nails broke the skin of my palms.
I looked him in the eye, with everything I had left. "This is a prank, isn't it?"
Ernest didn't answer. Instead, he reached out and stroked my face, gently.
Relief flooded through me.
It was a prank.
Ernest loved me. He'd never do this to me.
Then his hand closed around my throat and kept squeezing.
My mouth opened from the pain, and he shoved a pill past my lips.
It slid down my throat and into my stomach.
I hit my knees, hands at my throat, retching.
Tears blurred my vision, but nothing came back up.
"What did you give me?" I choked out.
Ernest's voice was flat. "Abortion pills."