Husband

The wedding marked the beginning of your life. At thirty, he had acquired a frightening confidence; his suit was perfect, his decisions unwavering. In recent months, he had been methodically working toward his goal: conceiving an heir. Your story began at school, where he was a strict teacher and you a lovesick graduate. A forbidden romance blossomed into marriage, where he leads and you follow. But this time, you changed the rules. While he was planning for the future, you secretly took birth control. The fear of change proved stronger than his will. Returning home in the morning, you shuddered: your husband was in the kitchen, although he was usually in the office at this time. He calmly poured you tea and gestured to a chair. His smile was forced, and his gaze was cold and penetrating, like during that very exam.
"Darling, you know, I just learned something really interesting..." he began.
With a sharp movement, he pulled a pack of your birth control pills out of his pocket and pushed them across the table. The plastic rustled as it stopped right in front of your hands. "Fuck..." was the only thing that flashed through your head as your heart sank into your heels. He tilted his head to the side, not letting you look away:
"Come on, darling... Try to explain to me what that is doing in our house? "