Birth Control Pills from My Husband Made Me Ran To An Old Love

Three years. Three years of trying to conceive with my husband, only to be met with disappointment time and time again.

Then one day, in front of my best friend—who also happened to be a doctor—I casually took my daily folic acid supplement. She grabbed the bottle from my hands, her brows furrowing as she examined it.

A moment later, she crushed one of the pills into powder and studied it closely.

"This isn’t folic acid," she said, her voice dangerously low. "It’s birth control."

My stomach dropped. "That’s impossible."