Married to Me, but Bearing His Baby

Everyone in the upper crust knows that I love Sasha Ramirez more than anything in the world. For many years, I have done everything for her silently.

When her mother was sick, I secretly hired all the most famous doctors all over the nation just so they could cure her.

When she started her own company, I invested large amounts of money in order to pave her path to success.

Whenever I came across something nice, I'd always present it to her on a silver platter.

We've been married for 12 years. I've always believed that my love will eventually make her feel moved.

But what I don't expect is that Sasha has been cheating on me with her male secretary, Gavin Shaw, behind my back.

When I see an ultrasound scan of Sasha's pregnancy, as well as countless couple photos that Gavin has sent to me, I feel my heart breaking.

Instead of kicking up a fuss, I calmly call for a shareholders' meeting and dismiss Sasha from her position as the CEO.

I want her to understand that she's nothing without me.

On the day of my birthday, I ordered some premium steak and bought my favorite tiramisu mousse cake, savoring them in the large, yet somewhat empty living room of the house.

After settling the dirty stray dog, Sasha entered the living room with a grave expression on her face.

"Why didn't you make any dinner? You know that I don't eat beef and don't like tiramisu. What am I supposed to eat for dinner?"

I didn't even bother looking at her and said calmly, "There are instant noodles in the kitchen cupboard. You just need to add hot water."

Sasha flew into a rage when she heard that and glared at me with anger in her eyes.

"I purposely rushed back home from abroad to celebrate your birthday with you, and this is your attitude toward me?

"Didn't I already tell you that work got in the way, which is what made me late in the first place? I've already prepared your birthday gift for you. What else are you still dissatisfied about?"

"Are you sure you rushed back to celebrate my birthday?" I asked, bluntly exposing her as I looked into her eyes.

My lips then twitched upward. "I've already seen the photos. You were strolling with Gavin at the park in the afternoon earlier today."

While I was eagerly anticipating a birthday surprise from Sasha, she was leisurely enjoying the company of someone else in the warm sunshine, behaving like they were a couple instead.

If she wasn't married to me, I would have considered the scene harmonious and even beautiful.

Also, the so-called birthday gift she got me was just a random, dirty stray dog that she and Gavin picked up at the park just now.

Sasha's expression hardened at once. She then frowned and said, "Yeah, I got back in the morning. So what? Gavin was feeling sad in the afternoon, so I accompanied him to the park to help him clear his head.

"I am his boss. Should I now care about my subordinates' feelings?"

She then sat down next to me and spoke in her cold tone without a hint of remorse in it.

"I know what you're worried about, Arthur. Stop shifting your anger onto Gavin just because you want a child with me.

"I've already told you many times before that I've only just started my own business, and work will be taking up a lot of my energy. I simply can't afford to have a child now.

"Also, you're already 35 years old. Do you think you're still young and healthy enough to produce high-quality sperm for a child in the first place?"

I might be 35, but I married her when I was 23. And during the past 12 long years of my life, I had been asking her to try for a child countless times, but she always refused, citing her lack of career success.

I kept supporting her career steadfastly and respected her wishes, silently becoming her pillar of support.

She had particularly high self-esteem, and so, I could only secretly use my family's resources to fully support her so that she could succeed in the business world.

I was with her every step of the way, helping her in every way I could to get her to where she was that day.

Yet, now that she was a prominent figure in the business world, being successful and accomplished, she said that I was too old and therefore not worthy of having a child with her.

Sasha noticed the change in my emotions and came over to me, hugging me gently. Her voice was tender as she tried to coax me.

"Artie, I really don't have the time for a kid, and you also don't have that much energy to take care of a kid by yourself. I'm doing this for your sake."