I stared at him, horrified. No… this couldn’t be happening. My life was already ruined, and I couldn’t let it be ruined any further. No! It can’t happen! I screamed inside my head and clutched my hair with both hands. “No. I don’t want this,” I whispered, my whole body trembling. “Adiba… please calm down. Listen, I need to tell you something. Just calm down,” he said gently, trying to soothe me. But how could I? Did he forget what he had done to me? If he did, then I would remind him. I looked up at him and wiped my tears angrily, taking a breath before speaking. “I want to abort,” I said, and the softness on his face instantly hardened back into the usual anger. “What the f*ck did you just say?” he yelled, stepping toward me. But I didn’t flinch this time. I met his anger head-on. “I said I want to abort this sinful thing!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Shut the f*ck up, Adiba! This is not a ‘thing’ and it’s not sinful at all!” he shouted back, grabbing both of my arms. I glared at him with pure hatred. “It is! Did you forget you RAPED me?” I screamed, and his hands instantly released me. Pain flickered in his eyes. “Did you forget you raped a married woman?” I yelled, gripping his collar tightly. “I didn’t! But still… it’s not a sinful thing, Adiba,” he said, voice cracking. “It’s our… our halal child. You’re my… my WIFE, Adiba…” A single tear slipped from his eye. I stared at him like he had lost his mind. His wife? How could I be his wife? I was already married to someone else.