“I don’t need him!” My husband nods toward my belly. “Do whatever you want with him.”
Shock pierces me from the top of my head to my feet.
“— He’s the one who cheated on me with you!”
“How can you…?”
“I don’t need this child,” the spouse states firmly.
“And I won’t raise him!”
I gather all my willpower into a fist and cover my belly with my palm:
“— Then… then you’re not needed by us either!”
A broken life. A loud divorce. Loneliness.
My ex-husband broke me, trampled me, and rejected our son. I swore I would never remember him. But, unfortunately, he remembered about us…