Five Years Too Late
He walked toward me, and I backed up until my back hit the dresser.
"I want an open marriage, Emilka," he said simply.
I stared at him, stunned. "An open marriage? You mean you want permission to cheat? Or you want me to be okay with what you’re already doing.”
"I'm doing this for us," he said, and the lie was so smooth it made me want to scream. "Look at what we've been through. The doctors. The hormones. The three failed IVFs. It’s been years of needles, crying, and disappointment. It turned our bedroom into a lab, Emil. I don't want to disturb you with my... needs anymore. I have a legacy to think about. I need a life that isn't just mourning a child that isn't coming."
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