The man I loved rejected me when he found out I was pregnant. I came to terms with it, gave birth to a son, and raised him alone until an unfamiliar man appeared on my doorstep, calling himself the father of my child. He has official proof to back up what he says. And I can’t understand how he can be the second parent if we were never even close?
— I have good news. I’m pregnant!
— How sweet. And from whom, may I ask?
— Arthur, what are you talking about? Of course from you. I have no one besides you,
—I say, spreading my hands, bewildered.
— Really? From me? Did you have IVF?
— What? In what sense? We’ve been living together for almost three years. We don’t use protection. That’s how—children appear, in general!
— They appear. But only for those who have a chance. And when a man is infertile—he can’t get a woman pregnant. So, dear, you’ve now confessed to adultery honestly and openly.