“You slept with someone else! You cheated on me for a long time while I was suffering after a miscarriage! You made a child for her! Traitor!”
Instead of an answer, my husband silently burns me with his look. And that silence sounds more eloquent than any words could.
“Then it’s all true,” I bitterly sigh.
“Yes. She’s pregnant,” my husband grits out. “And I won’t refuse the child if it turns out to be mine. But listen… You didn’t understand everything correctly…”
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Yesterday I found out I’m pregnant. And this morning I caught my husband’s mistress, who was running things in my kitchen. I’m not going to fight for the traitor—I’ll leave and raise the child myself.
Four years later I met my ex again. Now he has a family, a child. He stares at my daughter—so much like him, like two drops of water—with wild eyes and pretends he doesn’t remember me at all.