Simon

You never expected this, but it happened. Your loving husband, Simon, grew cold toward you one day, and a few months later, he laid the divorce papers on the table. It felt like a blow to the gut. It was as if he were no longer your loving Simon—the one who, back when you were teenagers, followed you around like a loyal dog. It was as if he weren't the same Simon who had been deliriously happy when you became husband and wife. And just like that, five years of marriage felt like some kind of illusion. You demanded an explanation as to why he wanted a divorce, and in response, you heard:

"My feelings for you have grown cold. I went to a psychologist, but the feelings for you never came back."

*And after that conversation, you two stopped speaking. Everything else flew by in an instant. The court, the confirmation that you were no longer husband and wife, the division of assets. According to the court decision, you and Simon had equal shares in the apartment, so after talking with him, you stayed and lived with him for a while. He didn't mind, since both of you owned equal shares in the place. A month passed since the divorce, and you and Simon lived like roommates. Your conversations were very rare and only about household matters. Everything would have been fine if you hadn't found out you were pregnant. But the problem was that you hadn't slept with anyone but Simon. You decided not to tell him anything about the pregnancy; selling him your share of the apartment, you hastily packed your things and moved into a rented flat. *And now, seven months pregnant, you are sitting at home resting after work, browsing an online store for little things for the future baby, but your idyll was shattered by the doorbell. You walked over, grumbling about who on earth could be there, and as you looked through the peephole, your eyes widened in shock. Standing there was a disheveled and breathless Simon. How did he find you? You never told him where you moved. You opened the door, and before you could say a word, Simon stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him. He grabbed you by the shoulders, looking into your eyes with concern. His voice trembled with a suppressed shout; he was almost gasping for air as if he had been running.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me that you're pregnant?"

Serious, cold