“— You—what?”
“— I’m pregnant.”
“— From whom?”
“— From you.”
A long pause, a heavy look—and then a loud laugh that cuts straight through my nerves. I hold back tears and bite my lips. He won’t believe it—he’ll never believe it.
What did I hope for?
“— I thought you’d fall for it?”
“— No.”
“— And what did you expect?”—now he’s shouting, I flinch.
“— I’ve always used protection, and that time wasn’t an exception. You gave yourself.”
“— Me? But it’s true: I’m pregnant, and it’s your child.”
Bitter resentment, pain tearing me from the inside. I felt these emotions so clearly—then the voice, the words… they killed and dragged me through the mud.
“— You’re a pathetic cheap woman who sold and betrayed, and now you’ve stooped to lying. Get out!”