I Carry the Child of My Husband and His Mistress

I Carry the Child of My Husband and His Mistress

Gavin

5.0
Comment(s)
342
View
11
Chapters

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, its vibration a familiar comfort as I lay in bed, three months pregnant, dreaming of our perfect family. Mark was downstairs, his charismatic voice a lullaby through the floorboards. Then the messages started. Anonymous. Short. And devastating. A picture of Mark, asleep in another bed, his arm around a woman with long, dark hair. Chloe, his intern. My world didn' t just fracture; it shattered. Every loving gesture, every promise through the grueling IVF cycles, every whispered "You' re a warrior" – all tainted. I was the dedicated wife, enduring painful injections and procedures for our dream, only to discover I was nothing more than a convenient vessel. The ultimate betrayal arrived in a second message: "The baby you're carrying, conceived through IVF, is actually Mark's and mine. You were just... the perfect incubator." My eggs, his sperm? No. Her eggs, his sperm. I was a biological surrogate, my body a pawn in their monstrous scheme. Not only was he cheating, but he' d orchestrated a profound violation, using my love and desperation to build a family with his mistress under my own roof. How could he? How could they? The man I loved, the life we built, was a meticulously crafted lie. My anger and disgust solidified into a cold, hard resolve. I wouldn' t be a victim. I would reclaim my body and my life.

Introduction

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, its vibration a familiar comfort as I lay in bed, three months pregnant, dreaming of our perfect family. Mark was downstairs, his charismatic voice a lullaby through the floorboards.

Then the messages started. Anonymous. Short. And devastating. A picture of Mark, asleep in another bed, his arm around a woman with long, dark hair. Chloe, his intern.

My world didn' t just fracture; it shattered. Every loving gesture, every promise through the grueling IVF cycles, every whispered "You' re a warrior" – all tainted. I was the dedicated wife, enduring painful injections and procedures for our dream, only to discover I was nothing more than a convenient vessel.

The ultimate betrayal arrived in a second message: "The baby you're carrying, conceived through IVF, is actually Mark's and mine. You were just... the perfect incubator." My eggs, his sperm? No. Her eggs, his sperm.

I was a biological surrogate, my body a pawn in their monstrous scheme. Not only was he cheating, but he' d orchestrated a profound violation, using my love and desperation to build a family with his mistress under my own roof.

How could he? How could they? The man I loved, the life we built, was a meticulously crafted lie. My anger and disgust solidified into a cold, hard resolve. I wouldn' t be a victim. I would reclaim my body and my life.

Continue Reading

Other books by Gavin

More
The Truth About His Mistress

The Truth About His Mistress

Short stories

4.7

I was four months pregnant, a photographer excited for our future, attending a sophisticated baby brunch. Then I saw him, my husband Michael, with another woman, and a newborn introduced as "his son." My world shattered as a torrent of betrayal washed over me, magnified by Michael's dismissive claim I was "just being emotional." His mistress, Serena, taunted me, revealing Michael had discussed my pregnancy complications with her, then slapped me, causing a terrifying cramp. Michael sided with her, publicly shaming me, demanding I leave "their" party, as a society blog already paraded them as a "picture-perfect family." He fully expected me to return, to accept his double life, telling his friends I was "dramatic" but would "always come back." The audacity, the calculated cruelty of his deception, and Serena's chilling malice, fueled a cold, hard rage I barely recognized. How could I have been so blind, so trusting of the man who gaslighted me for months while building a second family? But on the plush carpet of that lawyer's office, as he turned his back on me, a new, unbreakable resolve solidified. They thought I was broken, disposable, easily manipulated – a "reasonable" wife who would accept a sham separation. They had no idea my calm acceptance was not surrender; it was strategy, a quiet promise to dismantle everything he held dear. I would not be handled; I would not understand; I would end this, and make sure their perfect family charade crumbled into dust.

You'll also like

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book