When My Husband Chose His Mistress Midair

Upon arriving at the clinic, I arranged for the procedure to end my pregnancy. The baby was already five months along, fully formed. The doctor seemed shocked and asked several times, "Your child is perfectly healthy. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"I’m sure." Speaking those words was painful, but I knew I had no choice. I couldn't bring a child into a life of unhappiness; that felt irresponsible.

I still remembered Kevin's excitement when I first told him I was pregnant. He posted updates on social media, proudly declaring he was going to be a father and promising to change his ways. He quit smoking and drinking, came home on time every day, showered me with gifts on special occasions, and whispered sweet nothings every night. That's why I couldn’t comprehend how someone so wonderful could betray me, and why I hadn’t confronted him yet.

With the appointment slip in hand, I saw Kevin sitting on a bench not far off, his head in his hands, eyes red.

"Maya, please be okay. If anything happens to you, I don't want to live," he muttered, seemingly forgetting the urgency of getting me out of there.

I wondered if I hadn’t orchestrated today's events, would I have disappeared with that plane by now?

Kevin suddenly looked up, his face filled with disbelief. "Maya, what are you doing here?" he asked, as if realizing something. "You're okay?"

"I'm fine." I walked over, facing him squarely. His expression turned angry. "So, you planned this malfunction on purpose? Trying to harm Anya? How could you be so cruel?" he shouted, gripping my cheeks with such force it felt like my cheekbones would break.

"Yes, I orchestrated it," I admitted, wanting to see how far he'd go for Anya. His jaw tightened with anger. "Why, Maya? Anya just beat cancer; she's finally happy. Why ruin that? I'll tell you this: if anything happens to her, I won't let you off the hook."

The irony was stinging. My husband threatening me for another woman. The sight of my smile only made him angrier, his grip becoming even harsher. "Maya Fisher! You're venomous, heartless; marrying you was a mistake."

As I was about to retort that I regretted it too, the doctor emerged. "The patient is out of danger," he announced.

I saw hope ignite in Kevin's eyes and felt completely drained, collapsing to the floor, my cheeks still aching. I realized that the man who once held me and whispered, "Maya, you'll be mine forever," was gone forever.