Chapter 1My Wife Was Pregnant for Her First Love

My wife has been in London for six months on a professional exchange program. Coincidentally, our wedding anniversary was coming up. Wanting to surprise her, I secretly booked a flight to London.

Little did I know, she had her own "surprise" for me.

She was pregnant. Her belly was visibly round, at least six months along.

Under pressure, she revealed the truth: her first love, Bryce Adler, was in the late stages of cancer and wanted to leave behind an heir. Out of pity, she agreed to have his child.

When I heard this, I was furious.

Yet, she had the audacity to look me in the eye and say, “I just wanted to help him leave a legacy. Is that wrong?”

I was trembling with rage.

A woman like this wasn’t worth keeping.

Content

The day before our wedding anniversary, my wife, Naomi Blake, and I were texting.

Me: "Honey, tomorrow is our fifth anniversary. We’ve celebrated the first four together, but this year you’re all the way across the ocean. I feel so lonely—I’m tempted to book a ticket and come see you right now.”

Naomi: "Don’t. You’re so busy at work, and tickets are expensive. Just hang in there for six more months. I’ll be back before you know it."

Me: "Alright, if you say so."

What she didn’t know was that I’d already booked the ticket to London. I wanted to surprise her.

The next morning, I boarded the plane. After six hours in the air, I arrived in London, clutching a bouquet of roses.

Excited, I knocked on the door of her apartment.

The door opened, and there she was.

“Surprise!” I beamed. “Did I catch you off guard?”

“E-Ethan?” she stammered, her face a mix of shock and unease.

“That’s right—your loving husband traveled all this way to see you!” I said, moving in to embrace her.

But something hard pressed against me.

Looking down, I saw her belly. Round and unmistakably pregnant.

At least six months along.

My heart dropped.

“Y-you’re pregnant?” I asked, my voice trembling in disbelief.

“Come inside,” she said, pulling me in and shutting the door. “You must be exhausted. Sit down; I’ll get you some water.”

“I don’t want water,” I snapped, throwing the roses onto the floor. “I want to know what the hell is going on.”

“As you can see, I’m pregnant,” she said calmly.

“You told me you were infertile! How is this even possible?”

After our marriage, she had tearfully shown me a medical report claiming she couldn’t have children. I had held her and reassured her that kids didn’t matter to me—what mattered was that we had each other. I even suggested adoption.

“I… I can actually have children,” she admitted, looking like a guilty child caught red-handed.

“What about the report?!”

“I faked it,” she confessed.

It turned out she wasn’t infertile. She had fabricated the diagnosis to avoid having children, as she feared it would derail her career during its peak.

“Then whose child is it?” I growled through gritted teeth.

“Ethan, watch your words. This isn’t some bastard child.”

“You want to act righteous after what you’ve done?!” I shot back, fury overtaking me.

“Don’t be cruel,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears.

“Tell me. Who’s the father?” I demanded.

“It’s… Bryce Adler’s.”

I froze. Bryce Adler—her first love. And a married man.

“You rekindled your old flame?”

“It’s not like that,” she said hastily. “He has late-stage cancer. He wanted a child to carry on his name. I pitied him and agreed, but it was artificial insemination. I swear I never betrayed you.”

Her words shattered my world.

“How could you do something so insane? You’re a married woman!”

“His wife can’t have children,” she said softly.

“So you decided to step in and play surrogate?!”

“He begged me, Ethan. I couldn’t say no.”

“You’re such a kind and thoughtful woman,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Why stop with Bryce? A few of my colleagues are infertile—maybe you can help them too.”

“Ethan Whitaker, you’re disgusting.”

“Not as disgusting as you are.”

“I just wanted to help him leave a legacy. What’s so wrong about that?” she said, her voice defiant.