— You… are pregnant? — my ex-husband stares at my belly, then looks me in the face.
— Yes. What’s so shocking about it? I started everything over. Just like you did.
I lie without the slightest shame—I hold his gaze and keep lying.
— From whom? — his hoarse, strangled question comes out. — Who is he? Are you together? I’ll take you anyway, Aileen. Even if you have someone else.
— Oh, really? — I draw it out, as if thinking. — So you’re ready to accept my child from another man, Yannis?
He raises his eyebrows in surprise.
— What happened, dear? Forgot how you once brought me a child from your mistress and demanded that I accept it? I—no. And you won’t erase today from your memory either, just like my “delightful” offer. I can give you a chance. But you’ll take them—
I cover my belly with my palm—
my triplets from another man.
***
Ex-husband: first he offered me the role of a mistress, then he wanted me to accept his daughter from someone else. I left him while already carrying the children under my heart—but he still found me. Only this story is far more complicated than he thinks.
The boomerang is already on its way, darling.