"Andy, no, that's not what I meant. Even if someone else touched you, I wouldn't mind! I still love you!"
I cut him off sharply.
"Jonas, do you not understand plain words? I'm married now, and so are you. We're nothing to each other anymore."
"And look, you might not mind me making love with another man, but I sure as hell mind you acting like you're still my husband!"
My words snapped the last shred of control he had. His face crumpled, and tears began to well up.
"How can you say we're nothing? There's still Ashier! He's your son—you carried him for 10 months!"
He dragged Ashier in front of me and shouted, "Call her Mom!"
Terrified and unwilling, Ashier whispered, "M-Mom."
But I threw his own words back at him.
"Ashier's not my child. He's not even in my name, right?"
Jonas's face went pale at that. He stammered, trying to recover. "W-What about the memories? 10 years of them! How... How can you just let that go, Andy?"
I interrupted coldly. "You let it go first!"
The mention of those 10 years brought all my bitterness rushing back.