— When will you tell your hen of a woman that you’re leaving for me? — my best friend said.
— I’ll tell her — answered her beloved. — It’s a complicated project, you know.
— Soon you’ll see the belly.
— What belly? — I burst into the bedroom and nearly fainted, catching myself at the last moment by gripping the doorframe with my fingers.
They lay on our bed completely without…
Two traitors. Two executioners.
— Pregnant, — she didn’t seem embarrassed by it; the one I thought was a friend. — We’ll have a child.
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How could you, my love?
You betrayed us.
You killed us.
And you’ll never find out about the child I carry from you.