After my husband’s friend Harold Thornton passed away, his wife Natalie Franco posted a pregnancy test report on Instagram with the caption: [Thank you for your sperm that gave me my own baby.] When I saw my husband Ian Garcia’s name clearly written in the husband column, I silently typed a question mark in the comment section. Immediately, Ian called me. He yelled at me, “She’s just a lonely widow who wants a child to keep her company. Why don’t you have any compassion?” “Besides, Harold was my best friend. Since he’s gone, I have to take care of his wife. Do you understand what loyalty to friends means?” Not long after, Ian posted photos of a penthouse apartment with the caption: [So glad to have you by my side, making me feel the warmth of family again.] Looking at Ian’s back as he busied himself in the kitchen in the photo, I finally realized our marriage needed to end. ***** When Ian returned home, I had just scheduled my surgery for tomorrow. In our five Christmases of marriage, we never had children of our own, until a few days ago when I found out I was two months pregnant. I had planned to surprise him on our anniversary, but now it seemed he no longer needed that. Ian walked in carrying a lunch box, casually placed it on the table, and leaned in to hug me. “Honey, I bought you clam chowder. Enjoy it.” I glanced at the nearly empty cod and vegetables in the lunch box and found it laughable. I suspected it was someone else’s leftovers. I turned away from his touch and pushed the lunch box aside. “I’m not hungry.” Ian thought I was sulking, and he actually scooped a spoonful and held it to my lips. “Honey, stop being difficult. Isn’t this your favorite?” The fishy smell of the clam chowder hit me, and I couldn’t help but rush to the bathroom to retch. He followed me, trying to pat my back, but I pushed his hand away, glaring at him, and shouted, “Don’t touch me!” After I repeatedly rejected Ian, he became completely enraged and raised his voice, saying, “What do you want from me? I’m trying to comfort you. Isn’t that enough? “I haven’t even confronted you about your sarcastic comment, but now you’re throwing a tantrum!” His self-righteous attitude made it seem like I was the one who had done something wrong. I looked at him in disbelief and asked in a trembling voice, “Am I supposed to smile and congratulate another woman for carrying my husband’s child?” Ian irritably tugged at his tie. “After Harold died, Natalie wanted a child to keep her company. Is that wrong? As Harold’s best friend, of course I have the responsibility and obligation to take care of his wife and help fulfill all her wishes.” “Besides, we didn’t sleep together. I just donated sperm. Do you have to make such a big deal out of it? “You’re being an unreasonable, jealous woman!” I wondered why he called me jealous. When Harold first passed away, I also felt sorry for Natalie being widowed at such a young age, so I often invited her over for dinner. And whenever her appliances broke down, Ian and I would go help her fix them. I remember her saying tearfully, “If only Harold were still here, I wouldn’t have to trouble you both.” Then, I smiled and comforted her, “It’s no problem. It’s just a small thing.” Ian nodded firmly, claiming that whenever Natalie needed help, he would be there for her without hesitation. At the time, I thought Ian was doing this for Harold, but gradually, things started to feel off. Without my knowledge, he began going to the supermarket alone to carry groceries for her, helping install shoe racks at her place, and even buying ointment for her when she got burned. Yet, he never bothered to do these things for me at home. When I expressed dissatisfaction, he always used the excuse that he was just taking care of his good friend’s wife, and I couldn’t argue with that. I never imagined he would even help Natalie have a child. Why had he never considered that the child would call him dad and Natalie mom? What did that make me as his wife? And what about our future children? I had originally wanted to talk things through with him, but after hearing his accusations over the phone, I instantly lost that thought. Now, seeing his unrepentant attitude, I felt there was no point in saying anything more. Ian vented all his frustrations and finally said, “You should reflect on yourself. Don’t be so petty!” With a bang, he slammed the door and left. It was already so late, but where he was going was obvious. Sure enough, Natalie soon updated her Instagram. In the photo, Ian had his hand on her swollen belly with the caption: [Daddy came to be with us tonight. He says this is where he feels the warmth of home.] Looking at the photo, I couldn’t help but mock myself for being so foolish, only now seeing clearly our marriage that had ended long ago. Actually, from the moment Ian became so attentive to Natalie, I should have understood it all. Since that’s the case, I plan to cut my losses.
Early the next morning, I came to the hospital alone. As I was sitting on a bench in the hallway waiting for my surgery, I suddenly caught a glimpse of Ian carefully helping Natalie walk out of the ultrasound room. Afterward, they sat down on chairs to examine the ultrasound report. Natalie pointed at the report and said something in a soft voice, while Ian listened with intense focus, occasionally taking notes on his phone. Seeing this scene, I instinctively touched my abdomen and couldn’t help but shed tears. I didn’t want to disturb them to avoid embarrassing myself. However, just as I was about to turn and leave, Ian suddenly looked up and saw me. He frowned, his tone clearly displeased: “Are you stalking me?” Before I could answer, Natalie gently tugged at his sleeve and said anxiously, “Ian, did Eleanor misunderstand? Should I go explain things to her? I don’t want to affect your relationship.” As she pretended to stand up and walk toward me, Ian immediately pressed his hand on her shoulder. He said firmly, “You’re pregnant. Stay here. I’ll talk to Eleanor.” I had no interest in their emotional performance and turned to leave. However, Ian suddenly grabbed my wrist, causing me to stumble unexpectedly and nearly fall. When I finally regained my balance and looked up, I saw Ian’s face filled with anger. “Eleanor, I made myself very clear last night, but why don’t you understand? You even came to the hospital!” I forcefully pulled my hand away, immediately revealing a bruise on my wrist. “Sorry, I don’t have time to stalk you. You’re overthinking.” Ian clearly didn’t believe me and coldly asked, “Why are you at the hospital?” I waved the payment receipt in my hand and calmly said, “Just seeing a doctor.” He frowned deeply: “Are you sick? Why don’t I know about this?” As he reached for my receipt, Natalie suddenly stepped forward, tears streaming down her face, and grabbed my hand. “Eleanor, after Harold left, I was so lonely. I just wanted a child to keep me company, so I asked Ian for help. I never intended to ruin your relationship.” If Natalie just wanted a child, she could have chosen from a sperm bank, but she specifically used Ian’s. Moreover, she treated me and Ian completely differently. I realized that once you wake up, you notice countless details that were previously overlooked. I suppressed the mockery in my eyes and silently withdrew my hand. Unexpectedly, Natalie suddenly cried out and fell backward. Ian immediately rushed forward to catch her in his arms, looking panicked. “Natalie, are you okay?” Natalie tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, tears welling in her eyes. “Ian, I’m fine, I just didn’t expect Eleanor to…” In an instant, Ian’s eyes filled with rage as he looked at me. “Eleanor! Do you know Natalie is pregnant? How can you be so vicious?” I hadn’t expected Natalie to use such tactics, nor that Ian would believe her without hesitation. I looked at them coldly: “I didn’t push her.” My words only made Ian angrier. “I saw it with my own eyes. Are you still trying to deny it? Thankfully I caught Natalie in time, otherwise if anything had happened to her, I would never let you off the hook! “I was planning to wait for you after your doctor’s appointment so we could go home together, but now you can go back by yourself. I need to take Natalie home!” As he carefully held Natalie and turned to leave, I suddenly called out to him, watching his anxious demeanor. “Ian, if I told you I’m pregnant, and that I was planning to give up this baby today, would you stay?”
Ian suddenly froze in place. Natalie clutched her stomach, glanced at Ian, and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Ian turned to look at me coldly. “Eleanor, there’s no need to use such a cheap trick to deceive me. No matter what, I won’t abandon Natalie.” With that, the two walked away together, not sparing me a single glance. In that moment, I was completely devastated. An unwanted child should never come into this world. A marriage with cracks will eventually fall apart. When I returned home after the procedure, my house was still shrouded in darkness. For several days in a row, he didn’t come back. I didn’t call to ask about Ian’s whereabouts, just quietly rested at home while contacting a lawyer about divorce proceedings. I saw Ian again on Natalie’s Instagram. The man who always despised taking photos was now wearing cartoon headbands in maternity photoshoots with Natalie. In the photos, they tenderly caressed Natalie’s swollen belly and gazed at each other lovingly, every bit the devoted couple awaiting the arrival of their new life. This time, I silently gave her post a like. After days of silence, Ian suddenly called, asking me to dinner at the Garcia estate that evening. Recently, I had almost finished packing all my belongings, and my lawyer had drafted the divorce agreement. I thought it was time to tell Ian and his family, so I agreed. When I arrived at the Garcia estate, I noticed that my usual seat at the table had been taken by Natalie. Ian’s mother Katherine was warmly holding Natalie’s hand and laughing with her—this aristocratic woman who hadn’t smiled at me once in five Christmases was now laughing heartily. Katherine had always disapproved of me, and my failure to conceive over five Christmases had only made her more critical. I had thought our relationship might improve after I became pregnant, but now I saw that was unnecessary. Seeing me arrive, Natalie put on a pretend apologetic smile. “Eleanor, when Mrs. Katherine found out I was pregnant, she insisted I come to the Garcia estate. She said she could take care of me, please don’t think too much of it…” I couldn’t be bothered with her little games and simply pulled out a chair to sit down. Katherine looked me up and down while gently patting Natalie’s hand, then said meaningfully, “Eleanor, you’ve been married to Ian for five Christmases without conceiving, and I’ve run out of patience. Poor Natalie, her husband died so young. Thankfully, Ian has been taking care of her. Now that she’s carrying Ian’s child, you wouldn’t mind if I invited her to live here, would you?” Katherine appeared to be consulting me, but she was actually warning me—something I was all too familiar with. However, Natalie and anything related to the Garcia family were no longer my concern. I nodded lightly and responded, “Of course not.” Hearing this, Katherine glanced at me with slight surprise. Seeing me so calm and without anger, she finally smiled. “I’m glad you understand. After all, we can’t be without descendants.” “Fortunately, Ian is a man who values relationships, otherwise I wouldn’t have a grandchild so soon,” Katherine said while gently caressing Natalie’s belly, her face radiating undisguised joy. However, I found it extremely ironic. I thought to myself: “Ian values relationships?” If Harold discovered from heaven that Ian’s so-called looking after his wife meant getting Natalie pregnant, he would be furious. Seeing my continued silence, Natalie timidly stole a glance at me. Then, she said softly, “Eleanor, are you still angry at me and Ian? I just wanted a child of my own. I was too lonely and scared at home.” As she spoke, Natalie began to sob quietly, as if she had been greatly wronged. Seeing this, Katherine quickly pulled out tissues to wipe her tears. Then, she glared at me and said, “Eleanor, you’ve never been pregnant, so you have no right to be angry. The child Natalie is carrying is a Garcia family descendant. You can’t stop it!” I coldly watched their performance and said sarcastically, “Fine, I’ll make room for Natalie. This way, as soon as her child is born, it can rightfully call her ‘mom’ and Ian ‘dad.’” I wanted to say more, but Natalie suddenly stood in front of me, gripping my arm tightly, crying with tears streaming down her face, “Eleanor, I know you hate me, but the baby is innocent. You can’t hurt my little one.” I even suspected something was wrong with her mind. Just as I frowned and was about to push her away, an angry shout came. “Stop it!” Ian had just walked in and saw Natalie crying in front of me, saying her child was innocent, so he immediately assumed I was forcing her to give up the baby. Without thinking, Ian kicked me hard in the abdomen. I fell heavily to the ground along with the chair. My uterus, already fragile from the terminated pregnancy, couldn’t withstand his kick. In an instant, I felt my body go cold, as if plunged into ice. My vision darkened, and a dull pain spread through my lower abdomen. I could faintly hear Ian’s angry curses. “Eleanor! How dare you force Natalie to give up this child? Weren’t you satisfied with what happened at the hospital last time? You’re so vicious!” Fighting through the intense pain, I stood up shakily, took out the divorce papers from my bag, and threw them in his face. “Ian, let’s get divorced!” As he stared at me in shock, I staggered toward the front door, but before I could take two steps, my vision suddenly went black, and I collapsed again. In the last moment before losing consciousness, I heard someone frantically shouting: “Why is Mrs. Garcia bleeding so much?” “Call an ambulance, quick!” “Eleanor!”
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