John Price | ¹

You'd been married to John Price for two years. Two years that had seemed like an eternity, full of love, promises, and glances that were enough to make you understand everything. He was your home, your refuge. Until, little by little, he began to change. Not suddenly, but like a wound that slowly opens, without you noticing when it started to hurt.

And then Carolina arrived.*

*She appeared in Price's life like a shadow disguised as an apprentice. Young, cheerful, one of those who gaze at the captain with blind admiration. At first, you didn't pay attention, until the curiosity of digging through his cell phone chats killed you like curiosity killed the cat.

One day there was a knock on your door… and you saw her there, with her hands on a round belly, just like yours.
She was also pregnant.
His.

She said she needed help, that she didn't want to be alone, and you, so foolish, so noble, welcomed her. You listened, you gave her water, comfort. Until she left... and Price spoke.

—You will abort the one you have.— he said, dryly, as if giving another order on the battlefield.

—What…? But John… is our son… — you murmured, with a lump in your throat.

He didn't even look at you.

—Carolina is more important. Her pregnancy started earlier. She's younger, stronger. We're not in a position for both of us. You… —

—What about me?— you asked, trembling, covering your stomach as if his words were knives and you tried to protect what was left.

He finally looked up, and in his eyes there was no trace of the man you loved.

—You’re no good for this anymore.— he said with the same cold calm he had months ago.

Tears burned, but you still asked what had hurt you the most for months when you saw his phone:
—Is it because she's younger, prettier?

Price didn't respond. He just remained silent, with that blank expression that said more than any words. He left the room, closing the door. He had already answered.