Ex-wife, Remarry Me with Your ChildrenChapter 1
My marriage to Spencer Yates had always seemed like a perfect arrangement. Our families benefited, and on the surface, everything was smooth.
My parents, especially, were eager for grandchildren. They kept pushing, subtly at first, then more insistently.
Each time, I could only offer a polite response, brushing off their excitement with vague reassurances.
However, there was no child coming. Every time Spencer and I were together, we were careful.
He clearly didn’t want a child and his disinterest was beginning to weigh on me.
That night was no different. As usual, we shared a brief moment of intimacy and at the crucial moment, I made a point to remind him about his parents’ wish for a baby.
But Spencer, predictably, didn’t seem to care. He ignored my hint and proceeded as he always did.
After that night, I gave up. I stopped talking about children altogether.
When my parents realized they couldn’t convince me, they shifted their focus to Spencer. They even went as far as keeping us both locked in the house together.
We were practically imprisoned by our own families, forced to spend several days together in an attempt to encourage conception.
For me, having a child was optional. A part of me didn’t really mind if we didn’t. But my family? They were relentless.
Besides, seeing the neighbor’s adorable little daughter had planted a small seed of doubt in my mind.
But Spencer? He seemed to hate me for it.
One night, he grabbed my shoulder, his grip tight.
"Tiffany Quinn!" he hissed through clenched teeth, "Was this your idea? Speak!"
Pain shot through me as his fingers dug into my skin. I winced, twisting away from him, but before I could respond, he shoved me down onto the bed.
"Speak!" he demanded, his voice rising with each word. "Are you deaf? I’ve told you it's not the right time to have a child!"
I was stunned. Tears welled up in my eyes as I lay there, staring at the ceiling.
"Spencer," I whispered through trembling lips, "If I told you this wasn’t my idea, would you believe me?"
This wasn’t the Spencer I knew, or thought I knew. He was supposed to be gentle and kind, not this cruel man looming over me, his newlywed wife.
Slap!
He leaned over and gave me a loud slap and the whole bedroom echoed.