I Lost Our Child the Day He Chose Her

Synopsis

I went to pick up my drunk husband. The moment I pushed open the club door, I heard him complaining: "My wife reeks of grease and cooking smoke. Makes me want to puke." His secretary cut him off with a flirty whine, "If you hate her so much, why don't you just divorce her?" Marcus ran his hand along her thigh, eyes glazed over: "She's just a free maid. How could she compare to you?" When he noticed me standing in the doorway, he froze. Then he stumbled over to me: "I was just messing around with my friends. Don't take it seriously." Whether it was a joke or not didn't matter anymore. I'd received a job offer from another city. In seven days, I could finally dump this drunk of a husband. Marcus clearly relaxed when he saw I wasn't angry. He waved awkwardly at the others: "My wife and I are heading home." Barely suppressed laughter and gossip followed us out. "Claire used to be the Queen Bee at school. Can't believe her body turned out like this." Back home, Marcus woke up in a daze and leaned in to kiss me: "Happy birthday, honey. I really had too much to drink today. I was talking nonsense. I'm sorry." I turned my head away. He followed, wrapping his arms around me from behind: "Are you really mad? I messed up. I won't drink anymore." "Let me make it up to you right now?" His hand slid down habitually. "Claire, we should have a baby." I closed my eyes. "Marcus, I'm tired. I need some quiet." He mumbled: "Fine, whatever you want." Ten years