A Divorce Cake Gone Wrong: The Shocking Truth That Made My Husband Crawl Back

My Husband Sent Me a Cake to Announce Our Divorce — When He Discovered the Truth, He Came Crawling Back

Emma receives a surprising delivery one afternoon when she is working at her desk. She discovers the pregnancy test she neglected to conceal along with a cake bearing an eerie message as she opens the package. Will she let her spouse walk away or return home and tell him the truth?

The workplace delivery guy showed up at my office door as I was half-typing an email and half-daydreaming about what to make for supper at my desk. He was smiling from ear to ear as like he was privy to some inside joke that I was unaware of, while clutching a vibrant pink bakery box.

He exclaimed, “Good afternoon, Emma!” with enthusiasm. “This is for you!”

Blinking, I murmured, “Thank you, Nico,” as he handed me the box.

Nothing had been ordered by me. No work parties or birthdays were scheduled. Who would be the sender of a cake, then? My curiosity caused my tummy to quiver. Jake, my spouse, worked as a head baker in a posh bakery in the city. Perhaps this was simply a small gesture on his part.

With everyone eager to get out of the office for the day, the office was buzzing with the typical energy—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, people laughing in the break room. But everything else vanished from view at that very moment. I raised the lid, undid the ribbon slowly, and froze.

Four words that chilled my blood were written in black frosting on the top of the cake:

I’m ending our marriage.

I blinked a little in shock as I looked at the words. However, there was still more!

A positive pregnancy test was elegantly placed on the cake next to the damning inscription.

My stomach fell to contain my heart.

It was located by Jake. The pregnancy test that I had tossed into the bathroom garbage this morning was discovered by him; it was the identical test that I was meant to pick up and carry with me, making it simple to conceal from Jake.

But I had forgotten, and I was running late. This now? Was this Jake’s response to the cake? separation. A cake bearing a tongue-in-cheek message.

I wanted to stabilize myself, so I clutched the edge of my desk. I could almost feel a panic attack coming on. This was no terrible practical prank. Jake believed I had betrayed him.

If not, why did he send this?

I shut the box, thoughts whirling.

Years prior, Jake had been informed that he was sterile. And he thought that this child could never be his. After everything we had been through together, he felt as though I had betrayed him and turned my back on him.

The reality, though?

The reality was much more nuanced.

I hadn’t lied. Naturally, no. I had only spent time with Jake. Yes, I had given him the pregnancy test, but I hadn’t told him yet since I wanted the doctor’s approval first.

Since Jake and I had experienced so much heartache with our failed pregnancy, I honestly couldn’t bear the thought of raising his hopes only to have them dashed.

I recalled our three-year-old conversation:

As I sat on our bed, I remarked, “I think we should just stop trying for a while.”

“What do you mean, Em?” Jake enquired. “Just like that, stop trying?”

“Jake, we have spent the last eighteen months trying for a child. Our bodies, in my opinion, require a minute to relax.”

He questioned, “You mean my body?” “It appears that I am the issue. The physicians have informed us that I am to blame. It’s my progeny. Thus, yes. Let’s come to an end.”

After that, Jake and I had a difficult time reestablishing ourselves as a stable relationship. We could hardly get along without the burden of trying to have a child.

My spouse now believed the worst of me, though.

I grabbed the box, gathered my belongings, and hurried out of the office, obliging my colleagues’ worried glances. I was too busy to elaborate. My only thought was about returning home, meeting with Jake, and telling him the truth.

I saw him as soon as I stepped through the front door. With his body rigid with anger and his face hot, Jake was pacing back and forth across the living room.

As soon as I walked inside, he turned, his eyes blazing.

He said, “Tell me the test wasn’t yours!”

I stood motionless in front of him, carefully setting the cake box down on the kitchen counter.

I said, “It’s mine, honey.”

Jake’s face remained unchanged. He appeared more irate, as if he were about to blow up.

I went on, “I won’t stop you if you want a divorce.” “But before you walk away from us, there’s something you need to know.”

He clenched his hands into fists by his sides.

How on earth could you say anything, Emma? I believed you to be in love with me. And yet, here you are, bearing a child by someone else.”

“Jake, listen to me!” I cut you off. “You have this baby. You will become a father.”

In the air hung the words.

Jake’s frown deepened when he stopped pacing. He merely looked at me for a time, as if he was trying to take in what I had said. Subsequently, he shook his head, his voice quivering with incredulity.

“Not at all. That isn’t achievable. I’m infertile, Emma. It was said by the doctors. We’ve spent years discussing this.”

“Darling, it turns out the doctors were wrong,” I replied as I moved toward him. “After taking the test this morning, I went to see Dr. Harper. Since false positives are common, I didn’t want you to view the test results before I spoke with her. She gave me a thorough explanation of everything.”

My spouse looked into my eyes, bewildered, but he refrained from interjecting this time. Even though I wasn’t totally sure he would believe me, I took a big breath and knew that now was the right moment to explain everything.

“Jake,” I started. “Your infertility was never totally absent. I was informed by Dr. Harper that you have experienced oligospermia. It indicates that your sperm count was low, yet it did not preclude you from becoming a parent. According to Dr. Harper, the stress of repeatedly trying and failing to conceive over time may have exacerbated the situation.”

Jake was speechless and just stared at me.

“Baby, you were never completely unable to have kids…”

My spouse’s mouth twitched, but he remained silent. He sunk back into the armchair, taking in what I had spoken.

I saw the fury melt from his face and be replaced by a mask of utter incredulity. His shoulders trembled as the realization struck, and he hid his head in his hands.

He said, “Oh my God, Emma,” in a very emotional voice. “You cheated on me, in my opinion. I assumed you had moved on to someone else since I was unable to… I believed that I would never be able to fulfill your desires.”

His speech drifted off and turned into weeping.

Standing in front of me was the man I had loved for years, the one who had persevered through everything with me. I observed him as he embraced his own self.

I could not convey the pain in my own heart as I stood there and watched him fall apart. I realized that this new chapter in our lives was something to be grateful for.

I mean, after trying for years, I was finally pregnant. This brought me delight. However, I was offended that Jake had sent that terrible cake without even consulting me, jumping to the worst possible conclusion.

However, I also comprehended. I was aware of the years of uncertainty and suffering we had both endured in our attempts to conceive.

After a while, Jake muttered, “I’m so sorry.” “I thought… I’m so sorry.”

I stayed put. I simply sat there and let him weep as he tried to make sense of things. He expressed regret in every syllable as he apologized repeatedly. Because of a misunderstanding and his own concerns, he had been prepared to give up and terminate things.

But he was aware of the reality now.

He murmured, “I don’t deserve you.” “I’m not worthy of this opportunity. However, I promise that I will make it up to you every single day. I swear. I’ll be a fantastic father. I’ll make the ideal spouse.”

A lump formed in my throat. I hadn’t planned on telling him like this. I had imagined the moment when we would at last receive the information we had been waiting for. I had imagined his elation and tears of joy. Not this, though. Not like this mess.

But as I stood there, staring at my husband who had seemingly fallen apart, I understood that, in spite of everything, we had been granted the one thing we had given up hope for.

A child.

An upcoming period.

My voice shaking, I said, “We’ll figure it out.” And in Jake’s eyes, I saw optimism for the first time in a very long time. This time, as my husband grabbed for me, I didn’t resist. Standing there with the burden of a growing infant and a pregnant woman on our shoulders, we were encircled in one other’s arms.

How would you have responded in that situation?