“We’ll get married,” my friend announces, freezing me with his proposal.
“Married? Why?” I blurt out in confusion, and I keep rocking the baby that has fallen asleep in my arms.
His son. From another girl.
“You need to hide your fiancé’s cheating from everyone, right? You wanted that? Not to cancel the wedding?” I nod, completely not understanding what I’m agreeing to right now.
“And I need a wife so that my child stays with me,” he says categorically and looks at the baby he’s dropped into my arms.