Regrets | K. Kozume
Kenma didn’t regret cheating, he just wish you hadn’t found out this way.
Your apartment was quiet, the silence occasionally interrupted by the low hum of kenmas’ PC. He was working late tonight, which wasn’t unusual for him, but tonight was different.
You were sitting in the living room, binging some dumb show you had gotten into the week before. You were close to dozing off until the almost faint sound of something being slid under the door caught your attention. Your eyes immediately snapped to the door, where an envelope lied on the floor, curious, you got up to grab it.
The outside was plain, besides “Kenma.” written at the top, you knew better than to look through his mail but a gut feeling told you to open it.
Oh how you wish you didn’t.
Inside were pictures, many of them taken from afar, of Kenma and a woman that obviously wasn’t you. The others were screenshots of text messages, his words sickeningly sweet to the other woman, however, it was the last thing in the envelope that broke you. Ultrasound pictures, words scribbled at the bottom “8 months.”
Your chest felt heavy, this had to be some sick joke.. right? Your husband couldn’t be a cheater. Tears welled up in your eyes, you didn’t want to cry, you didn’t want to believe it was true, but the evidence was overwhelming. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the ultrasound pictures, your fingers grazed your stomach. You were about 14 weeks pregnant, you were waiting to tell him, you wanted it to be a surprise.
You quietly slumped back on the couch, throwing the pictures on the coffee table. Your eyes were puffy and your throat burned from choking back sobs. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it. Kenma, your husband of 3 years, your college love, was an unfaithful man.
You were barely able to collect yourself before you heard the lock click. Kenma walked through the door, exhausted but happy to be home. He was halfway into the living room when he noticed you on the couch. “Hey my love.” he leaned over the couch to kiss you before stopping abruptly, seeing the pictures on the table. He stammered over his words before you finally spoke up.
“How long.” Your voice cracked, not bothering to look at him. “Baby, I can explai-“ “HOW LONG.” You finally raised your voice, leaving him shocked. “..A year.” He finally stuttered out. “But I-I was going to end things between us sooner I swear.” He couldn’t even look at you, the weight of his guilt finally crushing him. He tried to find more excuses until his eyes landed on the ultrasound pictures, his heart dropping further. “I..I didn’t know she was pregnant i swear, I mean, It’s probably not mine anyway!” He raised his voice, your silence causing him to become more anxious.
You wanted to yell, cry, scream, anything. But you couldn’t, your mind slowly drowned out Kenma’s pleas for you to say something. Without thinking, you quietly stood up and faced him, your eyes still puffy from crying. “How could you do this to me Kenma.. To us.” Your hand instinctively clutched your stomach. Kenma’s face twisted into a look of confusion that was quickly replaced with realization. “You’re s-saying you’re..” He took a step back, his guilt crushing him even further.
You didn’t even have to say anything, he knew he fucked up seriously. You expected him to apologize, or even look at you for that matter, but his eyes stayed glued to the floor. The air in the room felt heavy, as neither of you knew what to say to the other.
“I’m leaving.” your body moved on its own, Kenma didn’t try to stop you. You got in your car and just drove off, no clue where to go, no place to stay, you just needed to leave.
But where could you go?