Part 3: The Double Standard
Ádám stared at the ring.
— Do you really have to do this in front of everyone?
— Apparently, yes.
He stepped closer.
— Eszter, my parents never supported this marriage in the first place. I’ve fought for us.
His mother nodded approvingly.
I asked him one question.
— If I went to a clinic and had a child with another man, would you still marry me?
His expression changed immediately.
— Don’t even think about it!
I raised an eyebrow.
— So it’s acceptable when you do it, but unacceptable when I do?
— That’s different!
— No, Ádám. It’s exactly the same.
His father slammed his fist against the table.
— Let her leave! She’ll come crawling back in a month!
Ádám released my wrist.
I turned toward the door, but my phone suddenly vibrated.
It was a message from my father.
“The donor program they mentioned was officially launched only six weeks ago.”
I looked down at the ultrasound photograph still lying on the table.
The examination date was clearly visible.
12 weeks + 1 day.
I slowly turned around.
— Nelli, if the program started six weeks ago, how are you already twelve weeks pregnant?
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