“You tricked me!” Instead of rejoicing in the birth of our twin daughters, my husband, Mark, accused me of infidelity. With venomous words and a swift exit, he shattered our family. But now, I’ll make him pay for abandoning us.
I lay in the sterile hospital bed, aching but content, my heart full as I cradled my newborn girls on either side of me. Their soft coos brought tears of joy to my eyes. After years of infertility and a difficult pregnancy, I was finally a mother, and the joy was overwhelming.
Reaching for my phone, I eagerly typed a message to Mark: They’re here. Two beautiful girls. Can’t wait for you to meet them. I sent it with a smile, picturing the excitement on his face.
This should’ve been the happiest moment of our lives, but instead, it unraveled into a nightmare. When Mark arrived, the look on his face was cold and unreadable—nothing like the joy I’d imagined.
“Hey,” I said softly, trying to share the happiness I felt. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
Mark barely glanced at the babies, his jaw tightening before his expression turned to disgust. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, almost to himself.
Confusion washed over me. “What do you mean? They’re our daughters. What’s wrong?”
His anger flared. “You tricked me!” he spat. “You didn’t tell me they were girls!”
My heart sank. “What does it matter? They’re healthy, perfect…”
But he wasn’t hearing me. “It matters a lot!” he shouted. “I thought we were having boys. This family was supposed to carry on my name!”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re serious? You’re angry because they’re girls?”
“Damn right, I am!” He took a step back as if repulsed by the sight of our daughters. “Everyone knows only boys can carry on a legacy. You… you cheated on me, didn’t you? These can’t be mine.”
His words struck me like a physical blow. “How can you say that?” I whispered, tears blurring my vision.
Without another word, he stormed out, leaving me alone with our newborns. The door slammed, and just like that, everything fell apart.
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