The Husband's Cruel Secret

Name: The Husband's Cruel Secret
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Today marked our fifth wedding anniversary, sweet with the scent of blueberry pancakes, and I hummed, cradling the secret joy of our twelve-week pregnancy. I couldn't wait to surprise Mike tonight with the news we'd finally conceived after years of trying. But a sudden, chilling suspicion washed over me when I looked at the "stronger supplements" Mike had insisted I take, recommended by his high school ex, Jessica. These pills were unfamiliar, chalky, and came in a plain, unmarked bottle. A frantic search of Mike's sock drawer yielded a pharmacy printout: Misoprostol, a drug specifically used to terminate pregnancies. The dosage matched his instructions for the "supplements." My baby was gone, blood gushing, the world went dark. I woke in a sterile hospital room, our baby gone, my mother's face a mask of grief. Mike walked in, completely devoid of remorse, claiming Jessica "needed this" for *her* last chance to have *his* child, accusing me of being "insensitive" to her needs. Then, my father, crushed by the devastating loss, collapsed into a coma. While he lay fighting for his life, Mike publicly flaunted his relationship with Jessica online, creating a GoFundMe painting himself as their selfless hero, and me as the "unsupportive, bitter ex." The audacity escalated when his lawyer brazenly suggested I "channel my maternal instincts positively" by caring for Jessica's future baby. My anguish turned to a cold, hard resolve as I realized the depth of their malice. I wasn't just getting a divorce; I was going to make them pay for every lie, every manipulation, and every ounce of pain they had inflicted.

Betrayal Revenge Pregnancy Divorce Drama

Chapter 7

06-21 14:02

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But a sudden, chilling suspicion washed over me when I looked at the "stronger supplements" Mike had insisted I take, recommended by his high school ex, Jessica. These pills were unfamiliar, chalky, and came in a plain, unmarked bottle.

A frantic search of Mike's sock drawer yielded a pharmacy printout: Misoprostol, a drug specifically used to terminate pregnancies. The dosage matched his instructions for the "supplements." My baby was gone, blood gushing, the world went dark.

I woke in a sterile hospital room, our baby gone, my mother's face a mask of grief. Mike walked in, completely devoid of remorse, claiming Jessica "needed this" for *her* last chance to have *his* child, accusing me of being "insensitive" to her needs.

Then, my father, crushed by the devastating loss, collapsed into a coma. While he lay fighting for his life, Mike publicly flaunted his relationship with Jessica online, creating a GoFundMe painting himself as their selfless hero, and me as the "unsupportive, bitter ex."

The audacity escalated when his lawyer brazenly suggested I "channel my maternal instincts positively" by caring for Jessica's future baby. My anguish turned to a cold, hard resolve as I realized the depth of their malice. I wasn't just getting a divorce; I was going to make them pay for every lie, every manipulation, and every ounce of pain they had inflicted.