It wasn’t because we didn’t want them. A hospital checkup had revealed that I had fertility issues.
I tried everything—medicine, treatments—but still, no pregnancy.
Seeing my silence, Anna seized the chance to strike harder.
In front of everyone, she mocked, “Claire Thompson, what can I even say about you?”
“You spend my man’s money, sleep with him, and still have the nerve to humiliate me?”
“Tell me, everyone—shouldn’t such a shameless woman just die?”
Immediately, people chimed in:
“She’s right! Women like her deserve it!”
“Immoral, shameless—you should be locked up!”
“If her parents knew their daughter was a mistress, they’d die of shame.”
Listening to their curses, I almost laughed at the absurdity.
Who was the real victim here?
I was the wife, yet the mistress accused me to my face.
And she incited the crowd to curse me as well.
I looked at David, wanting to know what he thought.
But he just stood there, silent, not even offering a word in my defense.
I was disappointed—but reality had become painfully clear.
The more silent David remained, the bolder Anna became.
If my own husband wouldn’t defend me, what else could I expect?
I asked David, “So this is how you’re celebrating my birthday?”