Love, Lies, and a Vasectomy

Love, Lies, and a Vasectomy

Gavin

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At eight months pregnant, I thought my husband Derek and I had it all. A perfect home, a loving marriage, and our miracle son on the way. Then, while tidying his office, I found his vasectomy certificate. It was dated a year ago, long before we even started trying. Confused and panicked, I rushed to his office, only to hear laughter from behind the door. It was Derek and his best friend, Edison. "I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," Edison chuckled. "She walks around with that giant belly, glowing like some kind of saint." My husband's voice, the one that whispered words of love to me every night, was full of contempt. "Patience, my friend. The bigger she gets, the bigger the fall. And the bigger my payout." He said our entire marriage was a cruel game to destroy me, all for his precious adopted sister, Else. They were even running a bet on who the real father was. "So, the bet is still on?" Edison asked. "My money's still on me." My baby was a trophy in their sick contest. The world tilted on its axis. The love I felt, the family I was building-it was all a sham. In that moment, a cold, clear decision formed in the ruins of my heart. I pulled out my phone, my voice surprisingly steady as I called a private clinic. "Hello," I said. "I need to schedule an appointment. For a termination."

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: Aleida Benson and Derek Hubbard

Chapter 1

At eight months pregnant, I thought my husband Derek and I had it all. A perfect home, a loving marriage, and our miracle son on the way.

Then, while tidying his office, I found his vasectomy certificate. It was dated a year ago, long before we even started trying.

Confused and panicked, I rushed to his office, only to hear laughter from behind the door. It was Derek and his best friend, Edison.

"I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," Edison chuckled. "She walks around with that giant belly, glowing like some kind of saint."

My husband's voice, the one that whispered words of love to me every night, was full of contempt. "Patience, my friend. The bigger she gets, the bigger the fall. And the bigger my payout."

He said our entire marriage was a cruel game to destroy me, all for his precious adopted sister, Else.

They were even running a bet on who the real father was.

"So, the bet is still on?" Edison asked. "My money's still on me."

My baby was a trophy in their sick contest. The world tilted on its axis. The love I felt, the family I was building-it was all a sham.

In that moment, a cold, clear decision formed in the ruins of my heart.

I pulled out my phone, my voice surprisingly steady as I called a private clinic.

"Hello," I said. "I need to schedule an appointment. For a termination."

Chapter 1

The heavy weight of my belly was a constant, welcome reminder. Eight months. Only a few more weeks until I held my son. I ran a hand over the tight curve, a smile on my face. Derek and I had everything. A beautiful home, a life people envied, and soon, a family.

I was organizing Derek' s home office, a nesting instinct I couldn' t fight. Tucked away in the back of his desk drawer, beneath a stack of old tax returns, my fingers brushed against a thick, folded paper. It felt official.

Curiosity got the better of me. I pulled it out.

It was a medical certificate. A vasectomy certificate.

My breath caught in my throat. I read the name: Derek Hubbard. Then I looked at the date. It was from a year ago, six months before we even started trying for a baby.

The room started to spin. My hands trembled as I held the paper. It didn't make sense. I was eight months pregnant. This had to be a mistake, a joke, some kind of misunderstanding.

The certificate felt cold in my hand, a stark contrast to the warmth of the life inside me. I was pregnant. I had felt him kick just this morning. This paper was a lie. It had to be.

A wave of nausea and panic washed over me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, painful rhythm. This couldn't be real. My perfect life, my loving husband, our baby... was it all a lie?

I needed to see him. I needed to hear him explain this.

I grabbed my keys, my mind a blank slate of confusion and fear. I had to get to his office. Now.

The drive was a blur. I don' t remember the traffic or the turns I made. All I could see was that date on the certificate, mocking me, burning a hole in my memory.

I parked sloppily in the visitor' s lot of Hubbard Enterprises and rushed inside, my swollen belly making the movement awkward. The receptionist tried to stop me, but I pushed past her, heading straight for Derek' s corner office.

As I got closer, I heard laughter. Loud, boisterous laughter coming from behind his closed door.

I slowed my steps, my hand hovering near the doorknob. I pressed my ear against the cool wood, a decision I would both regret and be thankful for for the rest of my life.

"I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," a voice I recognized as Edison, Derek' s best friend, said between chuckles. "She walks around with that giant belly, glowing like some kind of saint."

The men erupted in another round of laughter. It was a cruel, mocking sound that made my skin crawl. It felt like they were laughing at me.

Then I heard my husband' s voice, the voice that whispered words of love to me every night. "Patience, my friend. The bigger she gets, the bigger the fall. And the bigger my payout."

My blood ran cold. Payout? What was he talking about?

"It's all for Else, you know," Derek continued, his voice laced with a strange, possessive affection. "That bitch Aleida had to pay for what she did, for shipping my sister off like she was nothing."

Else. His adopted sister. They said she had to go abroad for a special program, that it was a great opportunity. I had supported it, encouraged her even. I thought I was helping.

"She's so stupidly in love, she'd believe anything I tell her," Derek sneered. The sound of his voice, so full of contempt, was a physical blow. "She probably thinks this baby is a miracle, a testament to our great love."

The other men howled with laughter.

"So, the bet is still on?" Edison asked. "Who's the real father? My money's still on me."

"Or me," another voice chimed in.

A bet. They were betting on who the father of my baby was. My baby.

The world tilted on its axis. The love I felt, the family I was building, the man I had given my heart to-it was all a sham. A cruel, elaborate game designed to humiliate and destroy me.

The baby inside me gave a sudden, sharp kick, as if he could feel my agony.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and silent. The love I had felt just an hour ago curdled into something cold and hard in my chest. It was a lie. All of it.

In that moment, standing outside my husband's office, a decision formed in the ruins of my heart. A cold, clear, and absolute decision.

This baby, this symbol of their sick game, would not be born.

I turned away from the door, my movements stiff and robotic. I pulled out my phone, my fingers fumbling with the screen.

I found the number for a private clinic.

"Hello," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "I need to schedule an appointment. For a termination."

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