Seven Years Keeping Him Alive, I Choose to Be His Widow
Language: en
It was New Year's Eve, and I was barely a month post-miscarriage. Jonathan Goode brought me a bowl of freshly made beef stew. And a signed divorce agreement. "Kathy, Maya is pregnant." "Let's part ways amicably." The rich aroma of the soup instantly lost its appeal. He was talking about the female student he'd sponsored, the very person responsible for the loss of my child. But I didn't cry, didn't make a scene. I just asked calmly, "Why?" Jonathan looked relieved, yet indifferent. "For these seven years, whenever I lay beside you, I couldn't help but feel disgusted." "Kathy, even if you…