I knew he loved Chindy. But I never imagined he would be so brazen about it. Or that he would go so far as to secretly feed me birth control pills for three years. Our marriage may have started as a sham, but five years is a long time. To say I wasn’t hurt would be a lie. To say I wasn’t disgusted—an even bigger one.
I turned to him and asked, "So you want to keep the baby?"
Even as I asked, I already knew the answer.
If Chindy hadn’t gotten Ferry’s approval, she wouldn’t have so openly accepted the red envelopes from the group. She wouldn’t have made a spectacle of herself unless she was certain she had his support.
Ferry clenched his jaw. "Karen, I want a child."
The words made me snap. My hand flew before I could stop it, striking him across the face. The absurdity of it all hit me at once. I started laughing—hysterically, painfully—tears streaming down my face as I did. Without another word, I walked into the bedroom. The test reports from the lab still lay on the table, alongside the hospital’s diagnostic reports.
Fury surged through me as I grabbed them and hurled them at him.
"Ferry, take a look for yourself."
"The ‘folic acid’ you gave me—it’s birth control, isn’t it?"