When I Told My Husband I Was Pregnant, His Response Was Not What I Expected

‘I’m Divorcing You’: The Shocking Kinder Surprise I Got After Telling My Husband I Was Pregnant – Story of the Day

I had been dreaming of that moment—holding a positive pregnancy test—for years. I imagined Clay’s delight and couldn’t wait to tell him. However, I discovered a Kinder Surprise at the door rather than a reason to celebrate. Instead of a gift, there was a note that broke my heart: “I’m divorcing you.”

This was the moment I had been dreaming about for years. It seemed like a lifetime to wait for the test results. With sweaty palms, I gripped the stick and paced the bathroom.

What if it comes back negative? What if the symptoms are just in my head?

But everything else vanished as soon as I saw those two lines.

I was so happy that my vision became blurry with tears. Finally, I muttered to myself. It’s true. It is taking place.

I nearly dropped the test because my hands were shaking so much. I sat on the bed’s edge and gazed at it, allowing the realization to set in. That was my moment, after years of trying and innumerable heartbreaks.

I exclaimed out loud, “Clay is going to be so happy.”

I hastily reached for my phone, took a picture of the test, and emailed it to him. I thought for a moment before sending.

Perhaps I should hold out on telling him face-to-face. Make it unique?

But it was impossible to control the thrill.

I sent the following message:

“The finest news comes from me. When you can, give me a call.

Hours went by. No response. I was always looking at my phone.

He might be attending a meeting.

When nightfall arrived, I dialed his number. No one responded. I texted again, but nobody responded.

I made an effort to remain composed, telling myself that he was simply preoccupied. I went to bed without him, but the loneliness in our empty house was still too much to handle.

I was awakened the following morning by a slight rustling noise at the door. A Kinder Surprise egg was inside when I opened it. A grin appeared on my face.

For last night, he is making amends.

Anticipating a modest gift or a charming message, I excitedly opened it. Rather, one sheet of paper unfolded in my palms.

“I’m going to divorce you.”

The harsh, bleak words looked back at me. My legs buckled and I fell to the ground.

Could he? Why now?

Margaret, my mother-in-law, had been residing with us for a while. Clay had urged she move in ever since her health began to deteriorate. Coexisting with her had not been simple. Margaret managed to leave her mark on every room in the house.

I hardly looked up when she walked into the kitchen that morning, her slippers scuffing lightly on the floor. I was seated at the table with my knuckles white with stress as I gripped the message.

“What’s wrong, Emma?” she said in an unusually quiet voice. You appear pallid.

Her worry took me by surprise. Although Margaret was not usually kind to me, I briefly believed that she might be able to console me.

My voice was shaking as I said, “It’s Clay.” “He… he abandoned me.”

Her brows furrowed in what appeared to be sincere worry. “You left? Why? He sounds nothing like that.

Her hand rested lightly on mine as she sat down after bringing out a chair. “What took place?”

Unsure if I could trust her, I hesitated. Still, the words flowed freely.

With tears welling up in my eyes, I declared, “I am pregnant.” “I assumed he would be content. However, he left this instead.

It was almost startling how swiftly Margaret’s first sympathy disappeared. Her eyes narrowed as she straightened her posture. “Are you expecting? That isn’t feasible.

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

She said forcefully, “My son is incapable of having children.” Years ago, the physicians informed him. There is just one meaning for that. You deceived him.

“No!” Shaking my head, I said. “That is untrue. I would never do that.

She interrupted, her lips going thin. “Emma, don’t tell me lies. The last time you came home was two weeks ago. Isn’t that your response? You were with someone else.

I remained motionless as the memories of that evening came back to me against my will.

Desperate for a vacation, I went to see Sarah two weeks ago. After hours of talking and laughing, Sarah became ill. When I misplaced my wallet, a generous stranger offered to give us a ride.

I felt lightheaded after eating a piece of chocolate. Then there was a complete void. After then, everything was a blur. I was shocked and confused when I woke up on his couch.

Desperate to get away from that awkward time, I ran out of his house without a word. I had persuaded myself that nothing occurred and that it was unimportant to recall. I kept it to myself, even from Clay. It was simpler to act as though it had never occurred.

I shivered as the recollection came back to me and brought me back to the present. Margaret’s scowl pierced my soul.

I muttered, “Nothing happened.”

However, the skepticism was already established.

No matter how painful it is, I must learn the truth.

Late in the evening, Clay finally returned home. Every time I thought I heard footsteps outside, my heart would race as I sat on the couch and stared at the door. I leaped up as the lock finally clicked. There was a look of bewilderment, perhaps even reluctance, on his face.

“Clay,” I said, my voice breaking under the stress of sobbing for hours. “We must speak.”

He avoided my gaze and placed his keys on the counter without immediately answering.

At last, he said, “I received your messages.”

I moved closer and said, “Clay, it’s yours.” However, your nasty joke about the Kinder… Why did you treat me that way?

His expression clouded. “Stop it, Emma! I have no knowledge about that. You’re making this up, but why? I can’t conceive. You have cheated. It’s finished.

Margaret’s loud voice broke the tension before I could reply. “Enough of this bullshit! That was my Kinder egg.

With equal disbelief, Clay and I turned to face her.

“What?” Clay remarked, raising his voice. “What are you talking about, Mom?”

With a dramatic sigh, Margaret ran a hand through her immaculately coiffed hair. “I assumed she would follow your lead and depart before you returned. I misjudged how obstinate she was.

My jaw dropped. Clay turned to face me, his face flushed.

Two weeks ago, you paid “friend” a visit. Do you consider me to be foolish?

I tried to defend myself while tears ran down my cheeks. Listen to me, Clay, please! That night, nothing occurred. I am able to explain everything.

He wasn’t listening, though. With each phrase, his voice became louder. Emma, this child will never be accepted by me! Leave now!

Margaret remarked, her voice brimming with joy, “It’s for the best, Clay.” “You’re worthy of better.”

That was it. I was at my breaking point. I hurried to the door after finding my paperwork and grabbing some cash.

Hours later, with my bag still partially packed and my mind racing with questions I couldn’t put off any longer, I left Sarah’s small apartment. To put the pieces of a memory that would not go away together, I had to confront the man from that night.

It was a small café where we met. George was on schedule, and his serene demeanor calmed the tempest that was raging within of me. Despite the fact that I didn’t know him well, he was tall and had a stern yet compassionate manner that made me feel comfortable.

“I need to know what happened that night,” I blurted out as he took a seat across from me.

“I’ve been waiting to explain, Emma. You consumed a chocolate confection that included alcohol. Perhaps that’s why you fainted in the automobile. He spoke steadily, yet his eyes had a trace of remorse. “I brought you to my place to ensure your safety because I was at a loss for what to do.”

The parts came together as I gazed at him. My alcohol allergy! The blackout was explained.

“And… nothing took place?” With hardly more than a whisper, I asked.

He gave a headshake. “Nothin’. You were gone when I woke up from your nap on the couch. I was not even given the opportunity to bid them farewell.

My cheeks reddened with shame. “I apologize for leaving in such a manner. I felt ashamed and perplexed.

George gave a soft smile. It’s alright. I simply wanted to make sure everything was well with you.

I filled him in on my mess. It was the first bit of stability I had felt in days when he gave me a place to stay. So I stayed.

The next day, I was unable to ignore the inquiries any longer. I secretly believed that Clay was the only possible father for my child. However, his remarks, his mother’s charges, and the lingering specter of that evening caused me to question everything.

Our family doctor, Mrs. Green, was the only person I trusted to assist me discover the truth when I needed answers. She realized right away that something was up when I got to her office.

“Emma,” she replied gently, gesturing for me to take a seat. You appear to have been sobbing. What is happening?

I stumbled, “I… I need your help.” “I have no idea to whom else I can turn.”

I was encouraged to go on by her kind eyes. I filled her in on everything, including the pregnancy, Clay’s response, Margaret’s charges, and my unanswered questions. By the end, I was crying uncontrollably once more.

Mrs. Green wasted no time at all.

She turned to her computer and nodded firmly, saying, “Let’s figure this out.”

She quickly navigated the keyboard to access Clay’s medical records.

At last, she raised her head. “Your spouse is in perfect physical health, Emma. He is completely capable of being a parent.

“So why would he claim to be infertile?”

She sighed, pity shining in her eyes. Perhaps he had no desire to have children. He told you a falsehood.

“All this time…” I muttered. He gave me the impression that I had cheated on him. Additionally, his mother has been deceiving me.

Mrs. Green touched my hand reassuringly. “I apologize, Emma. This wasn’t fair to you. You deserve integrity and a supportive companion.

I was both broken and oddly relieved when I left her office. Finally, I had the truth, at least. That evening, I went back to George’s place, and his kind smile met me at the door.

He handed me a cup of tea and said kindly, “How did it go?”

After a brief period of hesitation, I told him everything. His serene demeanor was like a salve for my injuries. His eyes were steady and understanding as he listened without interjecting.

“You weren’t worthy of that. However, you underestimate your strength.

I remembered what he said. George became my rock during the course of the following six months. He was always there for me when I needed him and was nice and tolerant during my divorce. Innumerable evenings were spent discussing, laughing, and putting my life back together. My heart started to mend slowly but steadily.

George turned to me one evening and smiled nervously as the sun sank below the horizon, illuminating the sky with gentle oranges and pinks.

“Will you marry me, Emma?”

Indeed! Yes, of course!

I felt a profound, unwavering calm as I held our daughter’s little hand upon her birth. I finally realized what a true family meant when I looked at George, who was standing next to me and smiling steadily.
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