“Sweetheart! You’ve finally arrived! This old nag almost killed us and the baby!”
I wanted to complain again and demand that they not call me “old,” but I froze.
A young blonde, whose car had been damaged in a minor accident caused by me—she stepped toward her… my husband.
“Everything will be sorted out, my girl… Where is she?”
Clutching my daughter’s fingers, I waited for the blonde to point at me. My husband turned sharply; anger flared in his eyes, which instantly gave way to shock.
I squeezed my daughter’s hand tighter and whispered:
“We’re leaving, Malinka… Run…"
***
Returning in the morning from the doctor, who stunned me with the news that I’m expecting a child, I absolutely didn’t expect to end up in a small accident. And the biggest surprise was the fact that the driver of the second car was… my husband’s pregnant lover.