Author's Note Below.

Prologue

It's past twelve midnight and he still isn't here. My fingers clutched my wedding ring, the twists implementing my anxiety. Various scenarios crippled my thoughts. Was he involved in an accident? Was college pressuring him too much? Or . . . my fingers shook mightier in fear . . . was he with another girl?

My heart beat faster than usual as I sent probably the five hundredth text message to him. I've been trying to call him and ask where he was but he never answered nor did he send a reply.

"Baby, don't stress too much, okay? We'll pray that Daddy's safe." My hands caressed my six month bulging belly and my child was moving worriedly. He or she may have not been born but both of us love Christian equally. I've been looking at the window for hours already and I decided to wait longer since I didn't want to bother Grace or Carrick or Mia, my best friend.

When the clock finally signalled that it was three o'clock he slammed the door open and with his wobbly walk and disgusting smell, I instantly knew that he was drunk. My heart ached so much to see him this way. I know that he never wanted to marry but was it ever this bad to make him act this way?

He made it seem like it was hell being with me when all I ever did was hug him.

"Christian, where have you been? I've been worried sick!"

Gone was the composed smart boy I fell in love with. He was replaced by a man with slurry words and alcohol breath.

He pointed at me, "You! You are the reason why I am miserable," he laughed forcefully, "Going home to you is going home in hell, Anastasia! Fuck! I am so screwed in this life."

"Christian, you're drunk. Come on."

"You know what? You disgust me. You disgust me so much! You forced me into this! YOU STOLE MY LIFE FROM ME!" He raised his voice and it was enough to make me cry. I wrapped my arms around my pregnant belly as if I were protecting our baby.

Then Christian's pointing finger descended down to my belly and he broke my heart twice when he said, "You! I've never wanted you. I never intended you. You ruined my life too. You're not just my child. YOU ARE AN ACCIDENT!"

"Christian!" I screamed back for the first time and slapped him. He was lying down like a broken drunken man—passed out as if he was the most wretched man on earth. I imagined him finally talking to our baby or even acknowledging his presence and when it finally happened, the first time he ever talked to our baby . . . he was a cruel man. Far from the man I've been in love with since forever.

That's when I finally realized and accepted. All hopes lost. Christian, my husband, will never love me.

Author's Note:

Until You Love Me Back is very nearly gone and I've had this idea in my head for quite some time and it's time to unleash the angsty side of me.

Warning: this is AU. So that means no BDSM but Christian will forever be CEO for me and they're teenagers in this story so . . . yeah it'll be different so if you don't like different then stay away.

Thanks for reading!

Margo.