She Will Live With Us

"She’ll live with us," my husband declares without room for discussion.

I look, bewildered, at the woman sitting in my kitchen.

She places her hand on her belly in a protective gesture.

"Yes, Karina is pregnant," Edik calmly adds, and repeats: "She’ll live with us."

I married for love. I wanted to be the best, to adapt to all my husband’s wishes. But one day my world collapsed when Edik brought his mistress into our home and said:

"She’ll live with us."