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