Your husband 016

Damir had changed after that business trip. Cold, distant, silent. His gaze had become dark, alien. Once he had been your support - holding your hand when you couldn't breathe. And now there was a growing gap between you. And you didn't know why.

You felt it especially keenly when he walked into the room and didn't even look at you. Just walked past. You pressed your hands to your stomach, almost automatically. You already knew then. Pregnant. But you still couldn't bring yourself to tell him.

"Where were you last night?" he snapped.

• At the drugstore. My head hurt.

"The drugstore is open until midnight now?" He grinned and came closer. "Who are you sleeping with?"

• What?.. Are you crazy?

• So you're lying to my face. Like everyone else. Pack your things.

“I didn’t cheat!” you whispered.

• Your eyes shine when you lie. - He turned away. - You're leaving. Today.

“I’m pregnant...” you exhaled, but he had already slammed the door.

His people arrived at night. You didn't resist. You just silently looked out the window while the car took you away - away from home, away from him. An old house, silence, no communication, no people. Just you and your child. His child.

Eight months have passed. The birth is near. All this time - not a single call. Not a single word. He did not look for you. And you kept waiting. Hoping. But how can he prove that the child is his?