“Arthur, we have a boy. Weight: 3500, height: 55 centimeters. Congratulations—you became a father” — such an SMS arrived on my beloved husband’s phone.
The cup slipped from my hands and crashed to pieces on the tiled floor.
About the same way my heart felt.
“— What… what is this?” I swallowed and whispered. “What is this, Arthur?!”
For a moment, understanding flashed in my husband’s eyes—like he’d been caught red-handed.
“— My dear, you misunderstood everything. It’s… I’ll explain everything.”
— Yeah, try…
I thought I was living in a fairy tale, and I was going to tell my beloved that we would soon have a child.
But it turned out that the child already exists.
From a woman I know far too well…