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22 days ago

“It’s not a mistake,” she said firmly. “I suggest you go home and think very carefully. Or ask your husband.” I walked out of the hospital in a daze. A thought pierced through the fog of my confusion. Back in 2008, a week after the confrontation, I had spiraled into a deep depression. I remembered taking sleeping pills—too many. I remembered the darkness. I remembered waking up in a hospital bed with a dull ache in my lower abdomen, which Michael had told me was from the stomach pumping. I hailed a cab, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. When I burst into the house, Michael was in the living room, reading the Wall Street Journal. He looked up, his face impassive. “Michael,” I stood in front of him, trembling. “In 2008… did I have surgery?” The color drained from his face so fast it looked like the blood had evaporated. The newspaper slipped from his fingers, scattering across the floor. “What kind of surgery was it?” I screamed, the hysteria rising in my throat. “Why don’t I remember?” Michael stood up, turning his back to me. His shoulders were shaking. “Do you really want to know?” His voice was a low growl. “Tell me!” He spun around, his eyes red-rimmed and raw, the mask finally cracking. “That year… the night you took the pills. I rushed you to the ER. While they were working on you, they ran labs. The doctor told me you were pregnant.” The room tilted. “Pregnant?” “Three months along,” Michael said, his voice breaking into a bitter laugh. “You do the math, Susan. We hadn’t touched each other in six months.” The baby was Ethan’s. “What happened to it?” I whispered. “I had the doctor perform the abortion,” he said, the words dragging out of him like jagged stones. “You were unconscious. I signed the consent forms as your husband. I told them to take care of it.” “You… you killed my child?” “A child?” Michael roared, stepping closer. “It was evidence! What was I supposed to do? Let you give birth to a bastard child in this town? Let Jake know his mother wasn’t just a cheater, but carrying another man’s baby?”…………….

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