“She’s my new wife,” my husband says, holding his mistress, looking at me without a shred of pity. “And I’m divorcing you. You’re empty—someone who can’t give me a child.”
“Demid…” I call out to my husband, unable to believe what he’s doing to me.
“Get out, Liza. You’ve bored me.”
“And if I were pregnant…”
“I’d go and get an abortion.”
Today I wanted to surprise my husband—I planned to tell him I’m pregnant. Our long-awaited baby…
But Demid surprised me instead. He brought a pregnant mistress into the house, choosing to leave me behind.