For a second, Melody was rendered speechless. There were several meanings behind his spat words, none of which Melody thought to be true. She certainly wouldn't have been happier as a widow, nor would she be pleased to see him imprisoned. She didn't want her child to be raised fatherless, nor the complications that accompanied that. Nothing about Ben dying was desirable, and that he thought she dreamt of it was even more disheartening.

"You -" she began and immediately bit her tongue. He thought she wanted him dead, how the bloody hell had they gotten here? For all she knew, it was the other way around! Witch Weekly certainly thought so.

She gripped the bedpost with such tension she thought the wood might give way beneath her fingers. "I've been here, Ben." She told him heatedly. "In my room, sick and pregnant with your child. You visited me twice in nearly two months. If anyone wants out of this relationship it's you. You're the one rekindling old flames. You told Arthur about last year — about the potion and what we did. You say you love me, and then you do that?! And then you ignore me for the better part of a month?! And be barely present after I nearly bloody died?!" She was shouting now, and unbeknownst to her tears were streaming down her cheeks. "You say you love me and then you nearly got yourself killed. No. If anyone wants out it's still you."