When the Memory Chip Failed

After the sexual assault, my husband Adrian Sterling stood by me, urging me to heal and move on.

Seven years later, after the miscarriage, he handed me divorce papers.

"Laura, Mira is pregnant. Let's get divorced."

Mira was a poor student he'd sponsored, the same one who'd caused my miscarriage.

When I didn't speak, he went on.

"The truth is, for seven years, every night I've lain next to you, I've seen it. I've seen them on you. I can't control the disgust. Maybe losing the child was...a mercy."

I smiled bitterly. So that's what he saw.