After My Husband’s Affair, I Gave His Mistress’s Aborted Embryo as a “Gift” to His Parents
My husband had this strange–looking piece of meat in the fridge for half a year, and he
never touched it. I got curious. What was so special about it? I secretly took it for testing.
Turns out, it was a two–month–old embryo.
When I got home, I frantically searched through every drawer and closet until I found it: a
miscarriage report. On it, signed beside my husband’s name, was another woman’s name.
My husband. He’d hidden it from me. He’d had a child with another woman.
Five years of marriage, a bond that felt unbreakable. In that single horrifying moment, it all crumbled into a sick joke.
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When Leo got back, that box of meat was gone from the fridge. He rushed into my study,
his voice laced with panic. “Skylar, have you seen the box of meat I put in the fridge?”
I looked up at him, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles were white. I wanted to
scream, to ask him why he’d betrayed me. But in the end, I just set my book down,
pretending to be utterly unfazed. “Oh, that weird–looking stuff? I fried it up with some peppers for lunch. Honestly, it wasn’t bad.”
“What?! You *ate* it?!” Leo’s eyes went wide, filled with a horrified disbelief. “Skylar, are
you out of your mind?!”
I let out a cold laugh. “It’s just meat, Leo. Why are you making such a big deal?”
His face instantly flushed, his voice trembling as he demanded, “How could you eat *it*? That was mine! You ate my things without asking! Have you become so disrespectful?”
“Eating a piece of meat is disrespectful now?”
“It wasn’t just a piece of meat!” Leo’s face was beet red, his chest heaving with uncontrolled anger.
I just found it darkly amusing. “Then what was it?”
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He bit down hard on his lip, a flash of profound grief crossing his face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but then he just choked back his tears and said, “Nothing… I don’t feel well tonight. I’ll sleep in the guest room.“‘
With that, he turned and walked into the guest room.
Five years of marriage, and this was the first time he’d ever yelled at me, the first time we’d slept in separate rooms. The irony was so bitter, it made my stomach churn.
If that box of meat meant so much to him, then why did he let *her* get rid of it in the first place?
For five years, Leo had been, in my eyes, the perfect husband. He was gentle, attentive, worked hard, and meticulously looked after my every need. My stomach was sensitive, so he’d spend hours perfecting recipes that were easy on my stomach. I often had social obligations that involved drinking, and he always had a hangover cure ready for me. In front of others, he was an ideal partner.
So how could this wonderful man have a child with someone else?
I couldn’t believe it, couldn’t accept it. It felt like a venomous sting deep in my heart, a searing, bone–deep pain.
The name on the miscarriage report, I recognized it: Chloe Meng, Leo’s college junior. Chloe had pursued Leo for years. Even after we were married, she shamelessly clung to him. She’d cried, begged, threatened to jump into a river, even slit her wrists for him. She’d tried every trick in the book.
But Leo had always seemed disgusted by her persistence. He’d constantly complain to me about how annoying Chloe was, how her pursuit bothered him, how he couldn’t stand the sight of her.
Then, one night, I took a few friends with me and we jumped Chloe on her way home. We gave her a good beating, leaving her bruised and bloody. I warned her to stay away from my husband.
After that, Leo never mentioned Chloe again. I thought she’d finally gotten the message.
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I never imagined that a year later, Leo’s name would appear on Chloe Meng’s miscarriage
report, right there in the “partner” section.
