Thank You for the Daughter

“Listen, if you’re pregnant by me, I want to know how you did it. I was protected. I always use protection. And you—” He looked at me slowly, with clear contempt and a sense of superiority, “—you’ve definitely already lost hope of having a child with a normal man. So you chose me? I’ve heard stories like that, when women collect sperm from a condom and then pump it inside themselves. Is that how you got pregnant?”
I stare at Arsa, barely making out the words. And with every second, I start burning from the inside.

“—You’re a complete idiot!” I immediately stand up, intending to leave, but anger and rage keep me in place.

“I’m very sorry I got pregnant by such a limited creature. Forget what I told you. This isn’t your child. He has nothing to do with you.”