My (36F) fiancé (36M) is accusing me of faking a pregnancy.

Throwaway because he uses Reddit even though if he reads this he’ll know and on mobile so apologies ahead of time for any errors.

For the sake of this post I’ll be referring to my (ex) fiancé as M.

We both had pretty bad endings to our previous relationships so we decided to take things slow. We dated for 3 years before we moved into our apartment together and then lived here for another 2 years before he proposed.

We loved each other- kitchen dancing, so much laughter, we adopted two pups, we both loved our jobs and were dedicated to them and finically secure. We discussed having a baby and decided that we should wait until we purchase a home/get married etc. somehow that’s not what was meant to be and I ended up pregnant within weeks.

Nervousness slowly turned into excitement, he held my hair while I was throwing up, he came to every single appointment, ultrasound, saw and felt her move around. We already loved her so damn much, had her nursery had her name picked out. Just over the moon.

I drive for a living, I move cars from dealership to dealership, auction to auction do customer drop offs etc. was called into work and decided we needed the extra pay/hours to help with maternity leave and went in. Was over halfway done with my shift when I was t-boned by a drunk driver. He took everything from me. He took my daughter and he took the love my fiancé and I had for one another away.

I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t get out of bed. I hated the world.

My fiancé who was caring at first became distant which is to be expected because he lost her too. Yet now he accuses me of cheating ( I never did) of lying about the pregnancy ( he went to every appointment) if I even remotely bring her up he gets violent and locks me outside with no keys, wallet and like right now no jacket. It’s cold I’m tired. I miss what my life used to be.

He’s refusing therapy and I’m not sure what else to do. Do I leave? Do i continue to get him to open up and risk my safety or do I just act like our daughter never existed?