I still remember the day my wife of five years walked through the door, her eyes glowing as she said, “I’m pregnant.” I froze for a second, then I felt this wave of joy crash over me. I lifted her off the ground, spun her around like we were in some cheesy movie scene. That night, I stayed up scrolling through baby names, imagining tiny socks, tiny hands, a future that suddenly felt bigger than the both of us.
A week later, we were sitting in the doctor’s office for her first prenatal appointment. I was nervous, the happy kind. I squeezed her hand, joking about how I hoped the baby got her smile.
The doctor walked in, flipped through the chart, and then smiled warmly. “Congratulations to both of you on your second child.”
I laughed. “Our second?”
The doctor looked confused for a moment, then said, “Yes, her first pregnancy was three years ago.” He tapped the page.
“It’s in her medical history.”
My heart stumbled. I turned slowly toward my wife. Her face drained of color.
That silence—those few seconds—felt like the world holding its breath before it collapses. “What is he talking about?” I asked, my voice thin. She finally whispered, “I…I had a baby before we met.
I placed her for adoption.”
It felt like someone had yanked the floor out from under me. Before I could even process that, the doctor cleared his throat and stepped out to give us privacy. I asked question after question, my voice shaking, my chest burning.
Why didn’t she tell me? Why hide something so important? But the worst blow came next.
She admitted the truth I never saw coming—the father of the first baby… was still in her life. And the baby she was carrying now? It wasn’t mine.
I couldn’t breathe. I stared at her, at the woman I thought I knew, the woman I trusted with my entire life. In that cold, bright doctor’s office, surrounded by posters of smiling families, my marriage shattered.
The future I had imagined—gone in an instant. And for the first time in five years, I felt like a stranger sitting beside a stranger. Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events.
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