Sometimes, he would stand in my parents' house, his arm wrapped around my waist, saying, "Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. Karen is wonderful. Marrying her was one of the best decisions I ever made."
Even if I always suspected it was an act, those words made me believe, even for a fleeting moment, that maybe—just maybe—fate was tying us together for life. Even if we weren’t lovers, we were family. But he had been so ruthless. So heartless, watching me take birth control pills for three years without a word.
If my bestfriend hadn’t discovered the truth, I would have kept taking them, never knowing.
His hand trembled as he held the report, his gaze clouded. His voice was barely more than a whisper, "I was afraid you’d be sad."
"I won’t give them to you anymore."
Two short sentences. No apology. No remorse.
Just an escape from the consequences of his own betrayal. I let out a cold laugh. Was he afraid of upsetting me? Or was he just afraid that if he had told me the truth, he wouldn’t get what he wanted?
Ferry’s selfishness and hypocrisy made me sick.
"You say it so easily, but do you have any idea how much pain I went through? How many nights I lost sleep, thinking something was wrong with me?"
I slowly took the hospital report from his hands and pointed at the results.
"The doctor said I took too many birth control pills. My hormones are completely messed up. It might make me infertile."
"You only ever wanted a child with the woman you love. Did you ever think that I should have had the right to be a mother, too?"
"Now that you’re satisfied, you don’t have to feed me pills anymore. But because of you, I might never be able to have a child."
My voice broke. The tears I had been holding back spilled over, my body shaking with emotion.
"But it doesn’t matter anymore. We have no future, Ferry. I hate you."
After confirming the pills' ingredients, I had gone straight to the hospital for a full check-up, hoping for reassurance. But reality wasn’t kind. I couldn’t escape the damage those pills had done to my body. When the doctor told me that getting pregnant would be difficult, I felt something inside me break.
That was the moment I truly began to hate Ferry. And now, my hatred for him had reached its peak. I would never forgive him. Without another word, I turned and walked into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. As I did, my computer screen lit up.