Grievances

“Is that it? Is that all you care about? And you have the audacity to come to my office, shedding your crocodile tears. I'm sure you're as disappointed in yourself as I am in you, Yvonne. You have no idea how many nights I stared at your stomach, wishing to end it all, but I had to wake up every day and pretend to be happy, all because I loved you.” David’s chest heaved with frustration, but the smile on Yvonne's face never wavered.

She looked like nothing he said mattered anymore.

“Are you even listening to me? I hate that smile on your face. If you were a man, I swear to God, I’d—”

“You’d what?” Yvonne asked, looking up into his eyes with eerie calm. “Hit me?” She chuckled softly, wiping her tears away.

“David, if you’ve harbored all this nonsense in your head, you had over four years to let it out, but you didn’t. I don’t care about the grievances of another woman's husband. You’ve punished me enough by keeping the fact that I had a son from me.

All it would have taken was a single