I raise my eyebrows, but she barrels on as though she can’t stop herself anymore. “She stuck around to take care of her husband’s household and raise her husband’s children, all while he went around sleeping with every woman who turned his head. I’m telling you right now, Misha: I’m not doing that. I’m not sacrificing my pride just because I made a stupid mistake in a moment of vulnerability.”
Heat rises in my face. “You think you made a mistake?”
She shakes her head, and a tear slips free. She tries to wipe it away, but I catch it before she turns away. “What does it matter now? It’s done. We’re married. I’m pregnant. The die has been cast…” She takes a shuddering breath and turns to me. “But that doesn’t mean I will just stay silent and content within your high walls while you go aroun
