Despised Relationships

"I'm pregnant!" I cheerfully said the good news to my husband when he got home. But my beautiful smile was gradually erased because of its reaction.

"How did you make sure of that?" He asked in a cold way.

I was literally stunned to hear, how could he ask such a thing? He's my husband, he's probably the father!

"Because you're my husband, aren't you?"

"But I'm not sure I'm the only one who used you," he smirked and looked at me as if I were something disgusting, "you're always leaving for how many days, and do you expect me to believe that? Are you kidding me?! " he walked past me and went straight to the kitchen to drink some water.

"Just because I went outside everyday, doesn't mean that I'm dating someone, you're the father!" I cried.

“Brianna, stop me with that card of yours?! As much as I've slept with someone, not one of them got pregnant! Then now you will tell me that you are pregnant?! Are you kidding me?!” this question angers me.

Yes, I know all the cheating he does behind my back. He has many women, he sleeps differently. I know everything, but he never heard from me. Because I was afraid of losing him, I was afraid we would break up as a family. Especially now that we are having children.

“But—”

"Stop it Brianna!" He shout that made me nervous too much. “Stop this nonsense! If you are pregnant, then congrats! But don't let me be the father of someone else's child!” the pain, the agony of feeling what he was saying.

He left me but stopped eventually and faced me.