He Scorned My Pregnant Face, Then Went Mad With Regret

Eight months pregnant, and Duncan gave me a necklace, fastening it around my neck himself. I couldn't stop touching it. For once, I was in the mood to take a selfie. Duncan watched me edit the photo, then said, almost idly, "Doesn't it get boring? Lying to yourself like this." My hands froze. He pointed at the slimmed-down version of my face on the screen. "The hair loss, the swelling, the dark blotches on your skin."