Chapter 1: Betrayal Like No Other
"It’s our child, your child!"
"It’s not my child!" Dave shouted. "Don’t you dare pull that shit on me. When was the last time we had sex? Six months ago? Eight months? And you’re two months pregnant?" He sneered. "Tell that to an idiot, woman!"
"Have you lost your mind?" she gasped. "Did you forget that we had sex two months ago after celebrating your birthday? We were both drunk, but we freaking knew what we did! How dare you deny it?" Anita was flabbergasted. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Eight years. After eight fucking years of childlessness, when her husband was supposed to be leaping for joy, he was denying their baby?
Dave was taken aback for a moment—as if he’d forgotten that part.
"So what if we had sex?" he snapped again. "I withdrew, Anita!" he sneered with disgust. "I always did."
"Y– you did what?" Anita’s voice trembled and her body vibrated with tension.
Today, of all days, seemed to be her bad day. She hadn’t even caught a breath from the heartbreak upon heartbreak her husband had been dishing out since she stepped into his office.
Dave, her husband of eight years, had been practicing withdrawal?
"Why?" she asked quietly, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps.
Anita was a calm woman. She didn’t like argument. Screaming and yelling made her shaky, breathless, and vulnerable. She could even cry in the middle of it—not from weakness, no. But from the weight of too much trauma and emotions spilling all at once.