Baby for Mr CEO

Alice

I lay on the hospital bed, anxiously waiting for the doctor's verdict. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Brown," he said gently. "But you are not pregnant. Those are just symptoms of stress, and I advise you to take a rest from work."

I swallowed hard and nodded my head.

"But... did you find anything wrong with me?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "Is there anything wrong with me? Why can't I get pregnant?"

"You're alright, Mrs. Brown," he said, his tone sympathetic. "We've checked, and your body is quite okay. We don't know the reason why you're unable to get pregnant, but I advise you to bring your husband in for a check-up, just in case."

My thoughts swirled as I processed the doctor's words. I wondered what my husband's reaction would be. Would he want to do it? Would he even care?

Lately, I'd noticed a change in his behavior, and it filled me with worry. We were three years into our marriage, and this sudden shift was unsettling, leaving me feeling sad and uncertain.

I still needed to persuade him to get checked, but the thought of confronting him made my stomach twist into knots.

"Did you hear what I said, Mrs. Brown?" he asked, breaking my thoughts.

"I will convince my husband to get checked," I said, nodding my head.

The doctor smiled and replied, "Yes, please do. I'll be awaiting your return with your husband."

I nodded, feeling grateful. "Okay, thank you." With that, I stood up and walked out of his office.

As I stepped out into the bright sunlight, I decided to check my ovulation calendar. I remembered downloading an app to track my cycles, and I quickly pulled it up. As I scrolled through the screens, I realized that I was actually ovulating today.

A surge of hope filled my chest. This could be our chance. I quickly grabbed my phone and sent a text to my husband.

"Hey, I just checked my ovulation calendar, and I'm ovulating today. How about we try tonight?" I typed.

I set my phone aside and hailed a taxi, which picked me up and drove me away.

Eventually, I got home, and as soon as I pushed the door open, I heard an unsettling noise. At first, I froze, wondering what it could be. But as the sound continued, my curiosity turned to alarm. I cautiously approached the source of the noise, my heart racing with every step.

I could finally decipher the sound. It was unmistakably a pleasurable moan, and its unashamed loudness made my ears ache.

My eyes widened in horror as I pushed the bedroom door open. What I saw made my blood run cold. My husband was on top of my stepsister, their bodies entwined passionately. They were having sex!

I felt like I'd been punched twice in the gut. My voice trembled as I managed to stammer, "What... what is going on here?"

But my husband and stepsister didn't even flinch. They simply turned their heads towards me, their eyes locking onto mine. Then, in a shocking display of audacity, they continued their act, as if I wasn't even there.

And to my utter dismay, my stepsister continued to beg for more, her voice a sickening mixture of pleasure and desperation.

"More, baby, more!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrust deeper, the sounds of their passion filling the whole room.

I felt like the biggest fool on earth, standing there, frozen in shock and watching them. Tears burned down my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend the kind of betrayal unfolding before me.

I finally found my voice, screaming at my husband, "What's really going on?? You both have the effort!"

I pushed him off my stepsister, my mind racing with anger and hurt.

My husband stood up, casually zipping up his pants, and had the audacity to yell at me, "You should have knocked!"

"Knocked?" I muttered, staring at him, incredulously. "This is our bedroom, for crying out loud! What do you think you were doing with my own stepsister?"

I turned to my stepsister, my voice shaking with rage and disappointment. "And you? What were you doing with him? How could you do this to me?"

My stepsister was the only family I had left. After our parents passed away, we had only each other. I had always trusted her, considered her my little sister. But now, I felt like I didn't even know her.

What made it even harder to bear was the big smile spreading across her face, utterly devoid of regret.

I glared at my stepsister. "Get out of my room!" I spat, trying to keep my temper in check.

But she just stood there, a bold smirk on her face. "I'm not going anywhere," she said, her voice dripping with insolence.

My eyes widened in outrage. "Are you insane? Have you suddenly gone crazy!" I lunged forward, ready to physically drag her out, but my husband caught my arm.

"Stop, Alice," he said calmly as if trying to make me understand.

I spun around, my brows furrowing. "What's going on here? Are you taking her side now? I'm trying to give you another chance here, just so you know," A cold chill ran down my spine as I searched his face for answers.

My husband sighed, a tired look on his face. "Alice, we need to talk,"

I gulped heavily, nodding my head as my eyes filled with hot tears. "Yes, we need to talk. Explain yourself, ask for forgiveness, promise me you won't make this mistake ever again. Just say something, please!"

"It's not about that," he said, letting out a groan. "Look, things haven't been good between us for years, even before we got married, this marriage was already over."

My eyes narrowed, a lump forming in my throat. "So, what are you saying now?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

His expression was firm, his eyes filled with a determination that chilled me to the bone. "I'm saying it's time for us to move on. And I want to move on with her."

I burst into tears, pleading with my husband. "Is it because I've not been able to get pregnant? I'll give birth, I promise! I went to the doctor, and they said everything is fine. We can try today, please! Besides, I'm on my ovulation."

However, his expression turned cold. "You think there's something wrong with you? There's nothing wrong with you, Alice. It's me."

My tears slowed, confusion etched on my face. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice vibrating.

He sneered, his words dripping with venom. "I've been taking precautions, Alice. I've been using drugs to ensure you wouldn't get pregnant. I never wanted a child with you. I never wanted to create a family with you right from the start."

Horror washed over me, my eyes widening in shock. "Wha... What. Why.. Why would you say that?" I stammered.

His voice was laced with malice. "Because I don't love you, Alice. I never did. My heart belongs to someone else – my first love. When I first set my eyes on her, I saw that she was the one."

My face contorted in shock, my mind racing. "Who are you talking about?" I whispered, hoping it was not what I was thinking.

He smiled cruelly, his words slicing through me like a knife. "Your stepsister,"

"What?" I exclaimed, acting like I wasn't expecting that.

"I was surprised when I found out she was your stepsister on our wedding day," he explained. "Anyway, we've been carrying on our affair for months now ever since she accepted my feelings for her."

My face crumpled, tears streaming down my face as the truth sank in, shattering my world into a million pieces.