After Years, We Forget Each Other

When I found out I was pregnant for the fourth time, I rushed to Tristan Muller's office, clutching the pregnancy test slip in my trembling hand.

I hadn’t even knocked when I heard voices from inside, clear and unmistakable.

“Make sure the birth control pill isn’t harmful, okay? I promised Zara I wouldn’t touch Linda Weggy. If she ends up pregnant, that little girl will lose her mind.”

A low, disapproving voice responded, “Medicine is always toxic to some degree. It’s not completely harmless. I just don’t get it—Linda is your wife. Why are you chasing after a secretary?”