My husband has been secretly giving me contraceptives for the sake of the goddess who cannot have children.

My hands trembled, clutching the hospital diagnosis.

The doctor’s words echoed in my ears: "Ms. Thorne, your health is perfectly fine. It's just from prolonged medication use. If you want a child, you'll need some time to recuperate."

It hit me then. My husband. The man who’d chased me so publicly, everyone in town knew. The man who’d driven hundreds of miles in the dead of night just to bring me breakfast because I’d mentioned it. The man who, at our wedding, swore before everyone that he’d only ever love me.