My Husband Fed Me Birth Control Pills for Three Years

Trying to conceive with my husband for three years, not once did it take.

Until one time I was taking folic acid in front of my doctor friend.

She snatched my pills, found them suspicious and ground them into powder.

"This isn't folic acid at all, these are birth control pills."

After hearing my friend's words, I sent the pills to a lab for testing.

It turns out, I had been taking birth control pills for three years.

These pills were all given to me by Dashiell. Every time before we had sex, he would coax me into swallowing one.

Just as I was about to confront him with the test results, I received a message from Evelina in our friend group chat.

The photo showed a pregnancy test with two red lines.

[Hubby, want to make a bet?]

[Do you think I'll have a little Dashiell or a little Evelina?]

[I bet it'll be a little Dashiell.]

Two minutes later, she pretended to be embarrassed: [Sorry everyone, I sent that to the wrong person.]

[I can't unsend it, please just pretend you didn't see it.]

I gave a cold, bitter laugh, but finally shed that sense of moral obligation.

Replying to the crush in my youth: [In one month, I'll go with you.]