I loved him. He was the best thing that could have happened to me. When he found me on the streets, starving for more, he came to my rescue. Where would I be without him? We lived a happy life. Sure, sometimes I didn’t feel like being with the men he picked for me, but that was life. That was all I knew. For him, I’d do anything. Sure, sometimes he’d come home drunk and beat me, but most days he would be filled with passion.

We’d translate that passion into sex. Oh, it was such good sex. But one month, my period didn’t come. I was pregnant. I guess he forgot to pull out or something, but he loved me. He wasn’t going anywhere.