Branded a Cheater the Moment I Got Pregnant
I am finally pregnant with a child after being married to Anthony Johnson, my husband, who has azoospermia, for five years.
Emily Johnson, my 30-year-old unemployed sister-in-law who lives off her family, tears the ultrasound scan apart and angrily accuses me of carrying someone else's baby. She then takes out a notebook packed with detailed records of every time Anthony and I have slept together since we got married.
"In the past three months, the only time you slept with Anthony was three weeks ago; other than that, he never laid a finger on you! If you're over a month pregnant, then there's no way that baby belongs to the Johnson family!"
I feel incredibly angry at the thought of being eavesdropped on all this time, so I seek out Anthony and demand an explanation. He merely looks at me with a pained expression and says, "You should just produce the evidence if you're innocent, Madison—just like Emily did."
I laugh out of sheer exasperation. If they want evidence, then the baby I'm carrying is the best evidence there is.