— That’s great, — suddenly said Igor, gently touching my hand. — So everything will be as it should. You won’t leave.
I looked at him, not believing my ears. That was it—the true reason for his joy.
— What do you mean? — I asked quietly, feeling my heart tighten with a bad premonition.
— Exactly what I mean. — He didn’t even turn his head, still watching the road, but the smile didn’t leave his face. And that smile was genuine—a smile of a person who had gotten exactly what he wanted.
— Now we’ll have a child. You’ll go home, give birth to my heir, and everything will be as I planned. No foolish tantrums, no leaving. The family must be together.
— After what you did? — my voice trembled with anger and pain. — After the fact that I caught you in bed with my friend?
— It was just sex, — Igor replied, almost guilty.
— Don’t make a tragedy out of it. You need to think about the child. Our child.