Kenneth's voice rang out, colder and more mocking than I had ever heard. "In three days, Yara will be back. I have to let her know I haven't been idle these past four years. She's allergic to birth control pills and I couldn't bear for her to suffer through childbirth, so I tested it out in advance."
He sneered, his tone full of disdain. "It's just for fun, but it seems like my student has really become addicted."
I was frozen, my entire body cold.
It turned out that his breath, filled with passion, was nothing more than a test report for another woman.
I left the bar in a daze, tears blurring my vision.
Back home, I once again submitted my IELTS application.
Kenneth didn't come back that night. The next day, I went to the hospital alone.
Seeing me by myself, the doctor hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Didn't your family come with you?"
"He has something to do," I said, forcing a smile, my hand unconsciously resting on my abdomen.
"Doctor, I’d like to consult you about an abortion."
The doctor reviewed my test results, his brows furrowing deeper. "You've been using birth control shots for a long time?"
I nodded.