“Divorce? You won’t get a divorce! You’re my wife and you’re carrying my child!”
“You should have thought about that when you were making a baby on the side!”
“You don’t understand anything, Lesya! You don’t even want to listen!” He yanked me toward himself by the waist and bent me back so I could look him in the eyes.
“But you will listen,” he said, leaving no room for arguments.
Strong, huge, broad-shouldered. If I weren’t pregnant, I would have walked away from him no matter what he said—but with a baby, I’m under his unquestionable authority. He won’t let me go.