Regret? Never
"Sweetie, are you coming? I'll wait for you at our usual spot."
Henry Lane is about to go to bed when he receives a voice message. It's spoken in Rushky. He turns his back to me as his face lights up in joy. Then, he answers in Rushky, "Of course. I love you."
I'm about to fall asleep, but I jolt when I hear that.
The sweet voice on the other end of the line rings out again. "Your wife won't find out about this, will she?"
"I'm talking to you to her face now." Henry snorts. "We're speaking in Rushky; she can't understand us."
My heart twists painfully. It turns out he's never loved or truly understood me. He thinks I'm just a housewife whose world revolves around him; he has no idea I once studied in Rushnia for two years as an exchange student.
I suppress my sorrow and heartbreak as I caress my belly. Then, I make an appointment with a local hospital for an abortion.