His Female Best Friend Borrowed His Sperm to Conceive
My husband, Adam, who could never say no to her, agreed on the spot.
This time, I put my foot down. I told him if he dared to give it to her, we were getting a divorce.
In the end, he didn't "lend" it. And my IVF cycle failed.
I blamed myself, thinking my body had failed me. That is, until I happened to see Adams text messages.
"Adam, thank you so much for being a true friend. You secretly gave me the sample meant for your wife, and now I'm pregnant with your baby. I can finally be a mother!"
"She'll never know she was inseminated with my saliva. Of course the IVF was going to fail."
Reading those words, the blood in my veins turned to ice.
This man was no longer my husband.
I threw the phone down in front of him.
"Adam, I want a divorce."
His face went pale. "No! Chloe, I'm sorry, I was a fool. She started crying, and I just I got soft."
"She cries, so you give her your sperm? If she asked for your life, would you give her that too?"
I shoved him away and stormed into the bedroom to pack my bags.
He didn't dare follow. I could hear him making frantic calls outside.
Half an hour later, a crowd was gathered at my front door.
Lila was at the very front, wearing a loose-fitting dress, her hand resting protectively over her stomach. Behind her, a few of Adam's cronies stood like a thuggish entourage.
Lila spoke first. "Chloe, please don't blame Adam. This is all my fault."
I ignored her, trying to push past with my suitcase.
One of his friends, Ryan, blocked my way. "Chloe, calm down. It's not a big deal. Lila's all alone, she just wanted a kid to have for herself."
"You two can just do another round of IVF," he added with a grin. "It's not like Adam's going to run out of ammo!"
Adam stood next to Lila, avoiding my gaze. "Honey, let's go back inside. Let's talk about this in private, we don't need the neighbors to see a show."
Just then, Lila let out a soft "Oh!" and clutched her back.
Adam's head whipped around. "What's wrong? I told you not to come. Nothing is more important than your health right now."
Seeing his panicked concern for her, my heart shattered completely.
"Move," I said.
Lila stepped forward again. "Chloe, it's all my fault. Please don't fight with Adam over this. You two have been together for so many years. If you break up because of me, I'll be a sinner. I'll raise the child on my own, I swear I won't disturb your lives."
"You won't have to disturb us," I said, my eyes fixed on her stomach. "Because he'll go running to you all on his own. Just like when you 'borrowed' a hundred thousand dollars from him to buy a house, and he secretly gave you two hundred thousand of our money."
"And when your father was in the hospital, he stayed there every night, while I was at home with a fever and no one to even get me a glass of water."
Adam jumped to his own defense. "That was just bad timing! Lila's situation was special!"
"She's special?" I cut him off. "Oh, yes. She's so special. She always comes before me. This time, you even prioritized giving your sperm to her, while I went through months of preparation for IVF only to have you stick her saliva inside me!"
His friends exchanged uneasy glances.
Lila's eyes instantly welled with tears. "Chloe, you can yell at me all you want, but don't talk about Adam like that. Its not easy for him, being caught in the middle"
I laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. "He has it so hard? Playing the doting husband to me while playing the savior to his best friend? Please."
Seeing that I had no intention of saving his pride, Adam's face hardened with anger. He and his friends turned to leave, but not before he threw one last threat over his shoulder.
"Fine! Then I hope you never have a child of mine!"
It was after midnight when Adam stumbled home, reeking of alcohol. He tossed a few takeout boxes on the table as if they were a peace offering.
They were clearly leftovers from his party.
"Alright, I was wrong," he slurred. "But you were completely out of line. Humiliating me in front of everyone like that."
I turned to look at him. His face was a mask of exhaustion and annoyance, but there was no trace of guilt.
"Lila would never put me in such a difficult position," he muttered.
It felt like a knife twisting in my chest.
"You're right. I'm not her. She's so understanding, so generous. So righteous she can even borrow another woman's husband's sperm."
"Are you ever going to let this go?!" he roared, his voice suddenly sharp. "I was just helping a friend! Its not easy for a single woman who doesn't want to get married to have a child! You're my wife, can't you have a little compassion? Why do you have to be so relentless?"
I stared at him. "Adam, has your brain been eaten by dogs?"
He shot to his feet, pointing a finger at me. "Look at you! You've become so bitter and cruel! What happened to the sweet, understanding woman I fell in love with?"
"Lila is carrying my child, and you upset her so much today that she went home feeling sick. And you know what she said? Not a single bad word about you! She told me to come home and apologize properly!"
Watching him, so agitated and worried over another woman, felt utterly surreal.
"Then go back and take care of her," I said. "Go on. Go guard her and your precious 'seed'."
He glared at me, his chest heaving.
Finally, he grabbed his jacket and slammed the door behind him for the second time.
This time, there wasn't even the pretense of an apology.
He didn't come back. A few days later, my mother-in-law called and invited me over for dinner. I didn't want to go, but her tone was so meek and careful that I relented.
When I walked into their house, the first thing I saw was Lila, sitting on the sofa, laughing and chatting with my mother-in-law.
I couldn't just turn around and leave. The entire meal was torture.
My mother-in-law kept piling food onto Lila's plate. "Adam, hurry, get Lila a bowl of fish soup."
Adam obliged, naturally taking Lila's bowl and carefully picking out all the bones for her.
No one offered me food. No one asked how I was recovering after the failed IVF cycle.
"Oh, Adam," my father-in-law said, putting down his chopsticks. "I'll give you the money. Go get everything Lila needs for the baby."
My mother-in-law chimed in. "Yes, and we need to start buying baby clothes. Oh, if only Lila and our Adam had"
She trailed off, but the meaning was clear.
The table fell silent.
Lila lowered her head, blushing. Adam cleared his throat uncomfortably.
My in-laws had always been kind to me, which is the only reason Id come. But for years, whenever Lila was around, their attention would inevitably shift to her. Now that she was pregnant with Adam's child, that preference was on full display.
I put down my chopsticks. Id barely touched my food.
My mother-in-law finally seemed to notice me. "Oh? Chloe, is that all you're eating? Is the food not to your liking?"
"I'm full."
I cut her off and walked to the door.
Behind me, I heard her sigh. "That girl. She's getting more and more temperamental."
Adam's voice drifted faintly. "Mom, don't worry about her. That's just how she is."
I closed the door, shutting out the cozy family scene.
Back home, I contacted a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. Adam completely ignored it. He had the audacity to tell me to stop being a drama queen, that he would give me the silent treatment for a few days as punishment, and that hed expect me home when Id learned my lesson.
No matter how many times I told him I was serious about the divorce, he refused to listen.
A few days later, it was time for our regular get-together with our circle of friends. I had no desire to go, but my friends called me relentlessly until I gave in. Maybe some pathetic part of me still held out a sliver of hope. But mostly, I just wanted to serve Adam the divorce papers in person.
When I arrived, I was surprised to see Adam waiting for me outside the restaurant, a sycophantic smile plastered on his face.
"Honey," he said, handing me a box. "A gift for you. The latest design from their new collection."
I opened it. It was a diamond necklace.
"I know I was wrong," he whispered. "Just give me some face tonight. We'll talk properly later."
I scoffed and pushed the box back into his hands.
When the door to the private room opened, I saw that the large round table was full. Even my in-laws and Lila were there. I had no idea why my in-laws would be at our friends' gathering.
"Chloe, you're here!" my mother-in-law exclaimed, pulling me warmly to a seat. "Come, sit next to me."
She pushed me into a chair directly across from Lila.
Lila gave me a soft, gentle smile, her hand resting on her pregnant belly.
My father-in-law tapped his glass and stood up.
"Now that everyone's here, I have an announcement," he boomed. "Our family values one thing above all: responsibility!"
I picked up my teacup, my hand trembling slightly.
"Lila is carrying Adam's child. We acknowledge this child! He must be born, and he will have our family name!"
The table erupted.
Ryan was the first to applaud. "That's right, sir! Adam, you're a real man!"
I looked at Adam. He was smiling. He reached out and patted Lila's shoulder.
Lila blushed. "Thank you, uncle," she murmured.
"Wait a minute," I said, putting down my cup. "Adam, what is the meaning of this?"
He ignored me, pulling a folder from his briefcase. He turned to Lila, his voice sickeningly sweet.
"Lila, it won't be easy for you to raise a child alone. This is twenty percent of my company's shares. The annual dividends will be more than enough for you and the baby."
Lila's eyes lit up. "Adam this is too much"
"You deserve it," he said, pushing the folder toward her. "It's for the baby's security. And it's a token of my feelings."
The cheers grew louder. "Adam, you're the man!"
I shot to my feet.
Only then did Adam glance at me, his tone condescending. "Chloe, you are my legal wife, and I won't mistreat you. As long as you accept this child and continue to be Mrs. Archer, you will still be the lady of this house."
"Oh, and after the baby is born, I'm thinking of having a proper ceremony for Lila, a make-up wedding. But I won't favor one over the other. You can wear a wedding dress too, and we'll all get married together."
I laughed until I cried. "Are you out of your mind? A double wedding? Using our marital assets to gift shares to your mistress? Adam, do you have any shame?"
My mother-in-law grabbed my arm. "Chloe, what are you saying!"
"What should I say?" I shook her off. "Congratulations on my husband's infidelity? Or thank you to your entire family for conspiring to deceive me?"
Adam's face darkened. "Chloe, don't push your luck."
I grabbed the necklace box and hurled it at him. "Take your stupid necklace and get out!"
It fell to the floor, the large diamond glittering under the lights.
Lilas eyes were fixed on it with a venomous glare when she suddenly cried out, "Oh!" and clutched her stomach.
Adam immediately dropped to her side. "Lila, are you okay? Did she scare you?"
He looked up at me, his eyes spitting fire. "Chloe! If anything happens to Lila, I will never forgive you!"
My mother-in-law shot me a reproachful look. "Chloe, Lila is pregnant! Why do you have to make such a scene?"
I looked at their faces, one by one, and suddenly, it all felt so pointless.
I pulled the divorce agreement from my bag and slammed it on the table.
"Adam. Sign it."
The chatter in the room died instantly.
Adam's face turned ashen. He snatched the papers and, without even looking at them, ripped them to shreds.
"Are you done yet?!" he roared, jabbing a finger at my face. "Look at you! What can you do besides throw tantrums?"
Lila pretended to hold him back. "Adam, don't be like this"
His voice rose another octave. "You useless woman who can't even have a child! The baby Lila is carrying is the true heir of our family!"
I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
"And you? Not satisfied with being inseminated with Lila's saliva? You're worse than a dog!"
My friends awkwardly looked away. My mother-in-law sipped her tea. My father-in-law's face was a stone mask.
A triumphant smirk played on Lila's lips as she watched me.
"I'm giving you the dignity of being Mrs. Archer. Don't throw it back in my face!" Adam took a step closer. "If you don't agree to this today, you'll leave with nothing! You won't get a single penny!"
He sneered. "Let's see how a worthless piece of trash like you survives without me!"
I looked at his twisted, ugly face and suddenly had nothing more to say. I turned and walked out.
"Chloe! If you walk out that door today, don't come crying back to me tomorrow!"
I pulled open the door and left without a backward glance, his furious shouts echoing behind me.
I had wanted an amicable split. But now
Their good days were about to end.
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