His Barren Lie, Her Shattered Womb

my barren womb. I went through countless painful fertility treat

a: David, his arm around my "wellness coach," Br

shed her to the hospital. Later, my own family told me to accept the affair for the sake of my brothe

d that David had been sabotaging my treatments all along. He

avid reached for me, I met his terrified gaze and threw myself down th

pte

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's proud smile and another woman's glowing face, and m

every forced smile from Gertrude, David' s mother, was a reminder of my barren womb. I had endured countless fertility treatments, each one a fresh assault on my body and my hop

is voice smooth as silk. "She helped me manage my stress in college. She'll be good for you." I remembered feeling a surge of gratitude then, a desperate longing for his affection. Briana, h

ven commented on the positive changes, suggesting we were on the verge of a breakthrough. I remember calling David, tears of joy in my eyes, telling him I felt stronger, more re

r "personal updates" with friends. It was a picture of him, his arm wrapped around Briana, his hand gently cradling her visibly rounded belly. The cap

transfers from David's account, meticulously dated, coinciding with her "wellness coaching" sessions. And beneath a photo of an elaborate baby shower, a comme

y hands flew to my stomach, a hollow ache that mirrored the emptiness inside me. I wanted to scream, to rage, but a chilli

s voice cheerful, oblivious. I straightened my spine, forcing a composure I didn't feel. He walked into the l

ked, his brow furrowing, a p

void of emotion. "I w

"A divorce? What are you talking about? Are you feeling a

." My voice was a whisper, but it carrie

. Is it... is it about the fertility treatments again? I know it's hard, but we'll get through

gh this,' David? Is that what you call it? While you'

bout? Briana is just... she's helping y

pregnant while you were supposedly helping me get pregnant? Is that what you call

you're mistaken. There's nothing... I mean, Briana and I, we're just friends.

n her pregnancy? The one you announced on social media, cradling her belly like a proud

lack. He looked at the photo, then at me, hi

gh my throat. "Every touch, every kiss, every single moment w