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Sylvia Rogers shared an ultrasound image on Facebook, captioning it: [So thankful for my sperm benefactor. I'd nearly given up... but now, look, I'm expecting!]
She was my spouse's former girlfriend, and he was the donor.
I gave the post a like and commented: [Congratulations!]
Just as I submitted it, Simon phoned me, panicking, "Come on! I was just assisting Sylvia! Don't make this a big deal, Grace. I beg you."
I ended the call, contemplating divorce!

Betrayed and Pregnant, My Husband's Secret Scheme

Following my lawsuit against Sylvia, Simon persistently appeared, imploring me to withdraw the charges.


"Grace, Sylvia wasn't herself then. Can't you be more understanding of her circumstances?" he pleaded.


I couldn't suppress a chuckle at his earnestness. "Are you suggesting she didn't intend to end my life?" I retorted, my tone laced with disdain. "She needs time behind bars to contemplate her actions."


"Please, Grace! How can a mourning woman endure that? I beg you! What should I do? Would you like me to get on my knees? I'll do it!" Simon bargained, his voice rising anxiously.


In a moment of sheer desperation, he sank to his knees right there. Truthfully? Watching him squirm gave me a perverse satisfaction, but mostly, it just seemed pitiful.


"Even if you knelt for eternity, my stance wouldn't change, Simon," I stated firmly. "In fact, even if Sylvia herself expressed remorse, I wouldn't care. Stop trying to persuade me to let it go."


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