The Wife Who Buried Me Alive

“My life with Chloe, my college sweetheart and co-founder of our booming tech startup, was everything I'd ever wanted, especially since we were trying for a baby. Then, my urologist delivered a devastating blow: "Ethan, your sperm count is extremely low," only for Chloe to confess hours later, "I'm pregnant," and then, quietly, "It was Liam." I swallowed the betrayal, vowing to fix our broken marriage, but six months later, at the fertility clinic, I found her glowing and very pregnant, openly embracing Liam, claiming "responsibility" to him and the baby as I stood there numb. I tried to divorce her, sparking a public shaming where she declared me "broken," an anniversary dinner where her new lover faked injury, and then a violent attack where she kicked me, causing internal bleeding, before locking me in a dark, claustrophobic basement to die. Lying on the verge of death, bleeding out in the pitch black, I couldn't comprehend how the woman I loved could unleash such calculated cruelty, turning me from a loving husband into a discarded, dying inconvenience, just as the ultimate irony, my "infertility" diagnosis, seemed to seal my fate. But just as consciousness faded, a powerful childhood friend swooped in and saved me, and a miraculous truth emerged: my sperm count was, in fact, perfectly normal. Reborn from literal ashes, armed with this crushing revelation and a fierce new determination, I knew that when Chloe inevitably tried to sabotage my fresh start, she'd finally face the consequences for everything she'd taken from me, and what she'd truly lost.”