My Husband Is Infertile, But I'm Pregnant

Years after tying the knot, my in-laws' patience was running thin because I hadn't gotten pregnant.

Countless doctor's appointments later, I was finally expecting.

When I shared the news with my husband, he turned stone-cold.

He accused me of having an affair, attacked me, and threw me out with nothing but the clothes on my back.

Later, I discovered he was sterile, with merely a one percent chance of fathering a child.

But why were you so sure the baby wasn't yours?

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The instant I saw the test results, tears streamed down my face.

Five long years. At last, I was carrying my own child.

I recall resenting my in-laws' nagging when we first started trying, secretly wishing to delay pregnancy a few more years.

Ironically, my grumbles became a reality.

The next five years shifted from relaxed to frantic, from joint doctor visits to solo trips.

The ordeal for this child was beyond words.

Despite being told my health was fine, pregnancy remained elusive.

My mother-in-law, convinced of her foresight, would taunt me, calling me a "barren hen."

I gazed down at my barely-there baby bump in disbelief that I was indeed pregnant.

Touching my belly gently, my eyes welled up with tears; if not for the doctor nearby, I would have cried right then and there.

"Mom, I'm pregnant! You're going to be a grandma!"

My mom was the first to hear the good news. Over the phone, her voice was full of joy, urging me to take it easy, as she and Dad were on their way to pick me up.

I wanted to share the joy with my in-laws too, not out of affection, but to prove my body was capable.

However, after previous fights over the pregnancy, they had blocked all contact with me.

Oh well, revenge can wait. If they don't come to apologize, they won't meet their grandchild.