I stared at him, equally shocked. Adrian has severe OCD and finds intimacy repulsive. As a result, he's barely touched me in the eight years we've been married.
Suddenly, a memory resurfaced. Last month, during Adrian's grandmother's birthday banquet, he drank far too much while covering for Clara, who was on her period.
That night, he held me all night, but in his drunken passion, he kept calling out, "Clara, Clara..."
That memory was still cut deep in me. Heartbroken, I had left in the middle of the night, avoiding confrontation with Adrian. I had buried the incident deep in my mind, and he never mentioned it again. But here we were. What I didn't expect was that the one time we had sex this year would result in pregnancy.
Feeling the warmth of my hand resting protectively over my abdomen, I quietly decided not to take any medication.
The next time I saw Adrian was a week later.
It was the company's anniversary celebration, and as the boss's wife, I was expected to give a speech on stage.