It started with Trevor questioning household expenses. Then he told me to walk to work to save gas.
I blamed financial stress—until a message from “C” appeared on his phone:
“Send the transfer by Friday, or your wife finds out everything.”
I discovered he was being blackmailed over a secret vasectomy. While we dreamed of having children, he had hidden the truth.
That night, I used a fake pregnancy test to announce I was pregnant. Trevor panicked and confessed.
I revealed the test was fake and told him to leave.
After divorcing him, I moved across the country. Now, I’m pregnant through a fertility clinic, building the future I always wanted.
When Trevor called, I sent an ultrasound photo with one message:
“Don’t bother coming. You’re already too far behind.”