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.

Anya was taken to the hospital room, while Kevin pinned me to the ground, demanding I apologize to her. His eyes were blazing with anger as he glared at me.

"Maya, apologize to Anya right now! Or I swear you won't get away with it."

Anya lay on the bed, looking frail and worn out. "I'm... I'm okay, Kevin. Don't be upset because of me," she mumbled. "It's not the end of the world if I'm gone."

Kevin rushed to her side, his face filled with concern. "No, Anya, you are the most amazing woman ever," he assured her. "You have to live your life to the fullest. I still want to take you to Paris, to the Swiss Alps, and countless other places."

I recalled when I used to dream of visiting those places with Kevin. Back then, he promised me, "I'll definitely take you there, Maya."

But now, those promises seemed forgotten. I should have seen long ago that he was no longer mine.

The last time, he was with Anya in our car, doing things I couldn't bear to dwell on. Before that, he took her on a hot air balloon ride and even gifted her a motorcycle with their names engraved on it.

With each of those moments, my heart gradually broke.

"Maya, this is all your fault. If it weren't for you, Anya wouldn't have gotten hurt," Kevin accused, storming over and grabbing my hair. He wanted to hit me but held back because of the child I carried.

"Maya, if this happens again, I swear I'll ruin your family financially."

But he didn't realize that I no longer cared about any of it. All I wanted was a divorce.