When I didn’t respond, she kept talking on her own. “You didn’t really believe that story about me being his comrade’s widow, did you? That was just a lie for you. When he fell down the snowy mountain in the northwest, I was the one who took care of him until he was discharged. Whenever he felt like giving up, he said seeing me gave him the strength to stay alive. So, the moment he recovered, he confessed to me.”
“He said he only felt guilty because you were back home taking care of his mother. Otherwise, he would’ve divorced you ages ago. Oh wait, no, that’s not right. You two aren’t even married. I forgot. So, what does that make you? The mistress,” she smirked.
Laughing, she continued, “You didn't know yet, right? Well, let me be the one to tell you, he married me. He said he loved me too much not to give me security, so he filed the paperwork, and we got married in Washington.”
She lifted her chin proudly and announced, “And I’m pregnant. The moment he found out, he was over the moon.”