I Carry the Child of My Husband and His Mistress

lay in bed, three months pregnant, dreaming of our perfect family. Mark

ating. A picture of Mark, asleep in another bed, his ar

IVF cycles, every whispered "You' re a warrior" – all tainted. I was the dedicated wife, enduring painf

ying, conceived through IVF, is actually Mark's and mine. You were just.

only was he cheating, but he' d orchestrated a profound violation, using m

meticulously crafted lie. My anger and disgust solidified into a cold, h