Chapter 486
Nathaniel's grip tightened around Harrison's waist, pressing painfully against her abdomen. The discomfort made her push against him immediately.
"Get off me! You're hurting me!"
At her words, Nathaniel froze for a split second before adjusting his hold, moving his arm higher. Then, without warning, he shoved her down onto the plush couch cushions.
Harrison scrambled to rise, but Nathaniel pinned her beneath him, his fingers tearing at her collar with brutal force.
The fabric ripped with a sharp sound, exposing her shoulder to the cold air. She gasped, shock coursing through her.
In an instant, Nathaniel buried his face against her neck, his lips hot against her skin. "Why does Oliver get to have you, but I don't? Why are you doing this to me?"
Harrison wanted to scream the same question back at him. Why was he doing this?
He could be with Isabella, yet she wasn't allowed to be with Oliver? What kind of twisted logic was that?
Who did he think he was—standing by Isabella's side while forcing himself on her like this?
What did he take her for?
Harrison thrashed, her voice breaking. "Let me go! Don't touch me!"
Nathaniel ignored her, tearing at her clothes while unbuckling his belt. "I want you. You want to save Oliver, don't you? Then prove it—sleep with me, and I'll ease his suffering."
He forced her legs apart.
Humiliation and pain burned through her. Her stomach ached fiercely.
"It hurts... Nathaniel, stop! Don't make me regret ever loving you!"
Those words froze him. His movements halted abruptly.
He looked down at Harrison—tears streaming down her face, her delicate features blotchy, her clothes torn, her hair tangled. She looked shattered.
A wave of confusion crashed over him. He had lost control, but now, reality seeped back in.
When had he sunk so low?
He opened his mouth, but his voice came out rough. Unsure.
Nathaniel lifted a hand, as if to wipe her tears away.
Smack!
Harrison slapped his hand aside with surprising force. "Don't touch me!"
His hand hovered in the air before he slowly released her and stood. Without a word, he turned and walked out.
Nathaniel was gone.
The slam of the apartment door echoed in the silence. Harrison's tense body finally relaxed. The emotions she had held back surged forward, and she curled into herself, sobbing quietly.
Nathaniel was a monster.
She swore to herself—she would never love him again.
Her small hand rested gently on her stomach.
"Sweetheart," she whispered to the baby, "that man was your father."
A pause.
"Let's not keep him, okay?"
Outside, Nathaniel leaned against the cold wall, eyes closed.
Defeat weighed on him.
Harrison had thrown his emotions into chaos.
He didn’t know what to do with her anymore.
Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Isabella watched. She had followed Nathaniel here.
Seeing him emerge with reddened eyes—clearly after a fight with Harrison—her lips curled into a smug smile.
Anyone in her way would regret it.
Harrison's pregnancy was both a blessing and a curse.
And she was just getting started.