And then the unthinkable happened – I discovered I was pregnant. The problem was that Ben and I hadn’t had sex for months – he was usually far too drunk to stay awake at night. When I broke the news to Kingsley, his first reaction shocked me.
Pure joy shone in his eyes. ‘A baby! That’s fantastic!’ he squalled, his imagination running away with him.. His only child is with his British wife and she wouldn’t even consider Kingsley bringing him. ‘
At least now we can be a real family,’ he gushed, ‘make a fresh start and take your two boys to live with us’.
I begged him to stop right there. ‘We’d be outcasts,’ I told him. ‘The worst sort of cheats. And the children would wonder why they were living with their uncle and calling him ‘dad’. And do you think Ben would let us live happily together? No way! He’d see us dead first.
On and on we talked and in the end we agreed that our hopes of a new life was ashes before they’d even begun. So I made the heartbreaking decision to terminate the pregnancy before Ben suspected a thing.
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