Ex-Husband. New Boss.

- We’re getting a divorce.
"- What?" I can’t believe what I’ve just heard. What did he say? Divorce?
"- You’re going home. Get ready."
I stand there rooted to the spot.
"- Finally you said something about us to that dumb chicken!"
Only now I notice his sister’s best friend—the assistant he hired.
She comes up and shoves me in the stomach, as if she can feel the baby our husband and I have inside.
But now I won’t tell him about it. Never.