For three years of marriage, he gave me five hundred thousand a month to play the part of his late ideal woman. He liked to see me in her white dress and wearing her gardenia perfume. When he woke from a dream in the middle of the night, he would pull me into his arms and call her name. I thought I could put up with it. Until the day I got pregnant. He handed me a check and a box of pills and said, “Get rid of it. You don’t deserve to have my child.” I calmly took the check. He thought I would swallow the pill obediently, just like always. He had no idea that night I ran away with his baby.
