I open the elevator and go to the penthouse. I unlock the door, and my husband is waiting for me, standing next to the grand piano in the foyer. 

He approaches me, but I stop walking and raise my hand. He stops and frowns. 

" Are you alright?" he asks, concerned. I only nod. 

" I'm tired. I don't want to talk right now," I murmur, walking past him. He grabs my wrist gently and looks down at me. 

" Elara, you have to understand my reasons for not wanting a child," he says. I feel tears in my eyes again. I want to walk away before I can cry,...