You Are Not My Husband

— Leisan, we need to divorce, — Amir announced, stopping in front of me as I sat on the couch. Looking down at me. — It will be better for everyone. It will be the right thing.

— Is it because of that girl?

Let it be so. I don’t want to believe Amir is leaving me out of disgust.

— What girl? — he snapped, staring at me sharply. And of course he still won’t admit it.

— I saw you today. You kissed her like… like me… back then… — I looked him straight in the eyes.

— No, it’s not because of her. Only because of me. I didn’t cheat on you. Never.

— So kisses don’t count as cheating now? Without penetration, it’s not considered? — I asked with a bitter smirk and took a sip of wine. My milk disappeared for good—now it was possible.

Amir ground his teeth and nodded to himself.

— Fine. Let’s cut straight to the truth. I don’t feel anything for you. And not for our son either. I don’t want to go home. I suffer, and I torture you too. And Liza… yes, I think about her all the time. Even now—but I haven’t slept with her. Not yet.

— But you will sleep with her?

— I will, — coldly and honestly.

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My husband divorced me and refused his rights to our son. He left. I let go and forgot—he didn’t remind me. Two years passed, when Amir said he wanted to be the father of our child. Only why? He’s remarried, and she’s pregnant…