Divorced After Carrying My Husband’s Mistress’s Baby

When I found out—again—that the IVF baby in my womb was actually the embryo of my husband and his mistress, I didn't lose my mind like before.

I didn't claw at my own stomach. I didn't scream until my throat bled. I didn't let the rage tear through me until there was nothing left to carry.

This time, I was good.

I ate what they told me to eat. I took my vitamins. I went to every appointment with a smile stitched onto my face.

I carried that child to term, and I gave birth to him.