Ex wife, Let's give our love a second chance.

Pearl's POV 

"Give me a child, Pearl," My husband says breathlessly, facing the ceiling while I lay beside him.

After an intense moment of pleasure, where some people don't even remember their names, this is the first thing he says after coming down from his high. 

His words sting my heart and I let go of the feeling that he may have missed me. That's why he came by last night. No...I was wrong, In the three months we haven't seen each other he doesn't miss me, he is all about having a baby still... which I'm not against, but I'm not pregnant.

I berate myself for thinking he missed me, I sit up on the bed, drawing my knees to press my chest, as if to stop the bleeding in my heart.

"Give me a baby, Pearl," He repeats the words, and this time his voice is firmer and devoid of any emotion which is unlike my husband and it really hurts, the only thing that matters these days is giving him a child.

I want that too, it's been 7 years, and I wish I had gotten pregnant sooner, maybe my previous fear in my early stage of marriage sent my luck away.

"That's not a job for one person in the relationship, Maybe it's not our luck," The words roll out of my tongue before I even get to mentally edit them, that's is not the reply I should give, but frustration seeps out of me with words before I get to tame it.

"What did you say, Pearl?" He springs up from his lying position as if I said something abominable, this topic has not been going well between us lately.

He narrows his dark eyes at me, I flinch with fear, my husband has been acting strange for a while now, and I fear that he may hit me out of anger which he has never done, but with how things have been going lately the potential that he might do it is not limited.

"You've been avoiding me, Fabian, how can I get pregnant?" I keep my tone low, I don't want us to quarrel again, it's enough torture that we've been apart in the past three months.

"How do you expect me to stay here with you when you hit my Mom because she requested for a grandchild, isn't that what any woman would expect when her child is married?" 

I shut my eyes, repressing my anger so I don't spit venom out of anger, "Fabian, I don't like how you're sounding, I didn't hit her, she did that to herself!" The events of that day flashed in my mind and I grind my teeth in anguish.

"Bullshit! My mother cannot intentionally hurt herself. You know how much I hate lying," he dashes me a disdainful look before lifting his weight from the bed.

My heart plummets with fear when I remember the consequential secret I'm keeping from him.

"I thought you believed