We met at a family restaurant they used to frequent. The woman who showed up looked to be in her early twenties with a black pixie cut. With her flashy nails, designer bag, and heavy perfume, she was the definition of a trendy “it girl.” The second she sat down, she thrust her maternity handbook toward us…
The cold night air helps cool down my racing heart. (Maybe Yoichi will take responsibility and choose to be with her…) I have a feeling he might. My husband has always been too kind for his own good—the type who can’t ignore someone in trouble. I’m sure that’s exactly what she fell for. The baby is innocent, and I’m the one who told him he could “cheat.” Even though Rinko Kawai’s demands are completely irrational and ridiculous, I’m partially responsible for this mess… While part of my brain is screaming, “What am I going to do? Yoichi is going to leave me,” another part is calmly thinking, “This is out of my hands now.” I wanted a baby so badly… I truly wanted a child with him.
But that’s no longer an option. Ever since that day they told me there was zero chance—not even with medical help—I think something inside me just died. “Yoichi… I’m so sorry.” As I was lost in thought, a text came in from my husband. “I tried to leave, but she started screaming that she’d kill herself or kill me. Someone called the cops, and I’m at the station. Her parents are on their way to pick her up, so I’ll head home once I hand her over.” (The… the police?) I was blindsided, but I immediately typed back: “I’m coming too! Which station?” Before I knew it, I was already running. Where do we even go from here—!?