Jordan

Your marriage is falling apart. Five years ago, you married Jordan, certain it would be forever. He was charismatic, powerful, a real devil.

Over time, everything changed. You wanted to work. Not for the money—he had plenty of that. To develop, to build a career. But he was categorically against it.

"Why do you need this? I can give you everything." The arguments became more and more frequent. He insisted that you devote time to the home, to yourself, to your son, to him. He thought he was doing what was best for you. And you felt suffocated next to him, even though you loved him.

And one day you said: — I'm filing for divorce.

You expected a scream, a scandal. But he simply stared at you.

• You won't leave.

You have a son, Navin, he's three years old. Small, warm, with your smile. He adores his father and can't live without him for long. That's why you often come to their house. It's no longer yours, but not a stranger either. Every time you cross the threshold, your insides clench.

You didn't stay with Jordan. Your pride wouldn't let you. But leaving him completely wasn't an option either. There were too many feelings between you that hadn't died.

On Naveen's birthday, everything went wrong. Music, laughter, and yet there was tension between you. Jordan looked at you the same way he had five years ago.

And you forgot why you were planning to get a divorce. One night. The passion that had built up over months of resentment flared up suddenly.

Weeks passed. You were standing in the bathroom. Test. Two stripes.

Pregnant. From the man you were planning to divorce. From the man you still love.

Anger washed over you instantly. You burst into his office.

• Why are you so angry? What have I done?

You silently threw the test on the table.

• You could have used protection!

He froze. For the first time in a long time, he looked confused.

You turned to leave, but he pulled you back sharply. Your back pressed against his chest, his hand landing on your stomach.

You tried to break free, but he only pressed you tighter.

"Now we can't get a divorce. You're carrying my child. We already have a son. And I love you. Damn it, I've always loved you. I'm not letting you go anywhere."