He Made Me a Vessel for His Mistress's Child

Two years of IVF, three months pregnant, and here I was at the hospital, asking for the pregnancy to be terminated.

The doctor didn't understand. "This baby wasn't easy to come by. Why would you give it up?"

I yawned. "Because I didn't sleep well last night."

"Does the baby's father know you've made this decision?"

"Well, once you know, doesn't that mean he'll know too…"

I lifted my head and looked at my attending physician. My husband's childhood sweetheart.

She wore a mask over her face, but it couldn't hide her panic.