Science Gave Me a Baby, Not Love
On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband cancels a 100-million-dollar business deal to take me on vacation.
While we're together, breathless and intimate, I'm about to tell him the news that our IVF finally succeeded when he answers his phone. His Valerian flows, smooth and effortless.
"Of course I'm coming to tomorrow's prenatal checkup. That's our baby."
"But won't your barren wife get jealous?" The woman on the other end speaks with a sultry lilt.
Ethan Shaw traces his tongue along my neck as he responds, "What she doesn't know won't hurt her."
My mind went blank, like lightning striking too close. I stuff the pregnancy report back into my pocket without thinking.
"Honey, who's that?"
Ethan pulls me close by the waist. "Just a business partner in Valeria. Time difference, that's why they're calling now..."
I can't process the rest of his words. Ethan doesn't know I understand Valerian.
Since he's clearly not excited about our child, I'll make sure this baby grows up without him as a father.