Mr CEO I Will Do Anything For My Baby

Alice

I lay on the hospital bed, anxiously waiting for the doctor's verdict. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Brown," he said gently. "But you are not pregnant. Those are just symptoms of stress, and I advise you to take a rest from work."

I swallowed hard and nodded my head.

"But... did you find anything wrong with me?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "Is there anything wrong with me? Why can't I get pregnant?"

"You're alright, Mrs. Brown," he said, his tone sympathetic. "We've checked, and your body is quite okay. We don't know the reason why you're unable to get pregnant, but I advise you to bring your husband in for a check-up, just in case."

My thoughts swirled as I processed the doctor's words. I wondered what my husband's reaction would be. Would he want to do it? Would he even care?

Lately, I'd noticed a change in his behavior, and it filled me with worry. We were three years into our marriage, and this sudden shift was unsettling, leaving me feeling sad and uncertain.

I still needed to persuade him to get checked, but the thought of confronting him made my stomach twist into knots.

"Did you hear what I said, Mrs. Brown?" he asked, breaking my thoughts.

"I will convince my husband to get checked," I said, nodding my head.

The doctor smiled and replied, "Yes, please do. I'll be awaiting your return with your husband."

I nodded, feeling grateful. "Okay, thank you." With that, I stood up and walked out of his office.

As I stepped out into the bright sunlight, I decided to check my ovulation calendar. I remembered downloading an app to track my cycles, and I quickly pulled it up. As I scrolled through the screens, I realized that I was actually ovulating today.

A surge of hope filled my chest. This could be our chance. I quickly grabbed my phone and sent a text to my husband.

"Hey, I just checked my ovulation calendar, and I'm ovulating today. How about we try tonight?" I typed.

I set my phone aside and hailed a taxi, which picked me up and drove me away.

Eventually, I got home, and as soon as I pushed the door open, I heard an unsettling noise. At first, I froze, wondering what it could be. But as the sound continued, my curiosity turned to alarm. I cautiously approached the source of the noise, my heart racing with every step.

I could finally decipher the sound. It was unmistakably a pleasurable moan, and its unashamed loudness made my ears ache.

My eyes widened in horror as I pushed the bedroom door open. What I saw made my blood run cold. My husband was on top of my stepsister, their bodies entwined passionately. They were having sex!

I felt like I'd been punched twice in the gut. My voice trembled as I managed to stammer, "What... what is going on here?"

But my husband and stepsister didn't even flinch. They simply turned their heads towards me, their eyes locking onto mine. Then, in a shocking display of audacity, they continued their act, as if I wasn't even there.

And to my utter dismay, my stepsister continued to beg for more, her voice a sickening mixture of pleasure and desperation.

"More, baby, more!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrust deeper, the sounds of their passion filling the whole room.

I felt like the biggest fool on earth, standing there, frozen in shock and watching them. Tears burned down my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend the kind of betrayal unfolding before me.

I finally found my voice, screaming at my husband, "What's really going on?? You both have the effort!"

I pushed him off my stepsister, my mind racing with anger and hurt.