Me and My Two Husbands: Pregnancy Test

Finding two lines on a test, I decide to tell my husband.
— Stas, I’m pregnant.
— Wow! And from who?
— Idiot…—I state irritably.
I slam the door and leave the house to my lover, Egor.
“I’m pregnant.” — I write Egor in an SMS.
— Marry me? — comes the interesting question.
— Yes! — I answer happily.
Slipping, I smash my phone against the asphalt. Looking at the shards, I pull out only the SIM card. I wrap myself in my fur coat and get into my car…
What to do?
I know for sure they don’t suspect anything about each other.
So what do I lose if I marry the second?
Step on the gas—I completely forget about the brakes…