A GOOD WIFE

How did we get here?

Well, I met my husband, Charles, in Chicago right after I graduated from law school.

He proposed to me not long after, but there was one issue that doesn't sit right with him.

"I strongly believe in traditional roles. A wife's place is at home," Charles had explained to me. "The man provides; the woman nurtures. I know you are educated and this can be very difficult for you to consider.”

As a billionaire physician, the CEO of VossBio hospital and Pharmaceuticals, a leading pharmaceutical company in the country.

Providing could never be a struggle for him.

Not to talk of him being the heir of the prestigious billionaire Thompson family.

Meanwhile, I’m the eldest of two daughters and came from a struggling family with no son.

My parents sold their small property to send me to college.

During our courtship, Charles had assured me that he'd support not only me but also my family. He even promised to pay for my younger sister Margaret's college education.

My parents won't have to take loans to send Margaret to school anymore. His only condition was that I should give up my career and accept a traditional role of being a billionaire's housewife.

I was deeply in love with Charles and, against my better judgment, agreed.

My worst mistake……

I walked down the aisle blinded by love and affection, convinced I'd found my happily-ever-after.

And today marks four years of being Mrs. Eleanor Thompson.

Still no child of our own.

Is my husband impotent?

No.

Am I barren?

No.

Are we struggling to conceive?

No, not once.

I got pregnant easily.

Too easily, in fact. And each time, my husband, Charles, made me get rid of it.

He said he wasn’t ready.

He told me the night of our wedding—right after we made love for the first time as husband and wife. He looked me in the eyes and whispered,

“Babe, I don’t think I’m ready to be a dad yet. Let’s enjoy each other for a year—no pressure. Let’s live, travel, get wild. You and me, baby. Just us for a while.”

I wanted to say no.

I wanted to tell him how badly I wanted a baby… but instead, I smiled and agreed.

Because I was raised to be a good wife.

I mean, it was our honeymoon. I didn’t want to start our marriage with an argument.

He made it sound so romantic—like he was doing it for us.

But deep down, I felt a pang of sadness I couldn’t explain.

I love kids. I always have. And the idea of delaying that just because he wanted more “fun” felt like swallowing glass with a smile.

Why didn’t we talk about this during courtship?

You’re probably wondering that.

We did.

I brought up babies, family—and he seemed on board.

He even said he loved kids too and wanted three. He said he’d name our first daughter after his grandmother.