"Lord, Olya, when did you plan to tell me you were thinking about having a baby?"
My husband is outraged while I writhe in pain. I’m not thinking about him—I’m waiting for the ambulance, because I’m losing the baby right in these seconds.
"You’re forty-four! Good thing it happened right now," Denis keeps getting worked up.
"Now… when you said you’re leaving for a younger woman?" I manage to breathe out.
He really told me that half an hour ago.
"Yes, exactly! I don’t want to be tied to you for the next eighteen years…"
Then they took me to the hospital in an ambulance and I lost the child. Later my husband and I divorced, even though I already knew that from him I would have a lifelong secret.
Namely: there were two children, and the second miraculously survived. It’s rare, but it happens.
And I will keep this secret forever. I don’t want to pay such a too-high a price again…
…for my husband’s infidelity.
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#betrayal #affair #emotions_on_the_edge