100 Days After. I'll Bring You Back

“In general… I’m pregnant,” my friend blurts out—words I was supposed to say first.

Because today the gynecologist confirmed that I’ll have a baby. Seven years from now, my husband and I will have a child. That’s happiness—so long-awaited and so hard-won!

— Here’s the ultrasound, — my friend holds out the paper, and I stare at it in stunned disbelief:

— So happy for you! But I didn’t know you were dating someone. You didn’t tell me! Who is your man? It feels like I can’t hear—when Valya answers confidently:

— It’s your husband. He’s the father of my child.

The former friend continues completely calmly:

— In short, I’ll give birth to an heir for your husband soon, and you need to leave. You’re infertile. A barren flower.

— What do you want?!

My question only earns Valya’s smile:

— Your husband simply pities you. So do us a favor—stop torturing both him and me. I need peace. In my condition.

So… you should leave him.

*** My husband cheated, and I left without ever telling anyone that under my heart I carried the long-awaited child…