I Chose Not To Get Divorced And Stay Together
After the 100th failed fertility treatment, my husband, who had been previously diagnosed with a low sperm count, spoke coldly.
“Lucy is very fertile. She gets pregnant after our first time, unlike you. You just can’t conceive.”
Lucy was my adoptive sister. While holding her hand, he laid out three options for me.
I could either ignore their affair and retain my title as the CEO’s wife, take the ten million dollars and disappear, or walk away with nothing at all.
The whole town knew how proud I was. They also knew how deeply I loved him.
They surely expected me to be mad with jealousy and choose honor over compromise.
But I neither cried nor made a scene. I calmly slid the check back a