"Lorelei, I don't understand! You're the one who never has time for our relationship because you're always working. We've been married for years, but nothing's happening. You still haven't given me a child!" Mathew said bluntly.
His words pierced me, and tears welled up in my eyes. He stormed out, leaving me confused. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was the one at fault, the reason we were so miserable, and the reason he was turning his attention to my sister.
Months passed, things seemed to return to normal. Matthew’s sweetness towards me came back, he showered me with gifts, even without an occasion. But his actions felt strange, off-kilter.
One day, I decided to take a pregnancy test. For years, I’d been trying to conceive, but each attempt ended in a miscarriage. This time, I hoped for a different outcome, a way to bring joy to my husband who longed for a child.
Tears of happiness streamed down my face as I saw the positive result. I couldn’t wait to tell Mathew so I planned to surprise him on our anniversary, coming up this Wednesday.
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