My husband is cuckolded by his cousin

On the day of my divorce, while my mother-in-law basked in the spotlight of congratulatory messages for the ultrasound of Wesley Wicks mistress, I took a different approach. With a cold smile, I shared Wesleys premarital checkup reporta document that exposed the truth behind the facade. The report clearly stated: Wesley Wick, Male, Diagnosed with Congenital Azoospermia.

I dont want a man who cant have children!

Wesley and I met in college and got together after graduation. After graduation, my salary wasnt high, barely enough to make ends meet, so we had to rent a shabby, unfinished apartment. Wesley and I worked at the same company. After work, he would drive me home, and during holidays, he would give me little gifts. If nothing else, he would at least take me out for hamburgers.

I grew up in the shadows of neglect, my parents absent and my childhood devoid of wealth or stability. The only beacon in my turbulent life was my grandmother As a child, others would say I was a wild child that Grandma picked up. I never believed them. After Grandma passed away, I had no home, so I envied those who did.

Because I lacked love growing up, I became increasingly dependent on Wesley. When we were dating, he was gentle and considerate, always taking care of my feelings, never looking down on my family or background. I was young and mistook his cheap kindness for love.

When he proposed, he promised to give me a happy and fulfilling family. I was overjoyed and married him.Once we were engaged, Wesley's relatives made their opinions known, snickering behind my back. They called me a wild chicken trying to be a phoenix, hinting at my questionable origins and even suggesting I might be carrying some mysterious illness. They insisted on a premarital medical checkup. I took a deep breath and pushed aside my pride, swallowing the sting of their words for Wesleys sake.

When the results came out, it turned out that Wesley had congenital azoospermia, meaning we wouldnt be able to have children, and there was no cure for it. I cherished our relationship and loved him deeply, so I chose to keep it a secret to protect his feelings. I wanted to live a good life with him, and I thought that as long as we loved each other, it didnt matter if we couldnt have children; we could always adopt one if we wanted. That was my thinking, but others didnt see it that way.

After we got married, my mother-in-law made my life difficult in every possible way. She started by insisting that I quit my job to have a child and be a stay-at-home wife. At first, I refused, but Wesley persuaded me, promising that he would earn money to support us while I stayed at home, beautiful and carefree. I believed his sweet words, quit my job, and became a full-time housewife.

But what awaited me after marriage was endless grievances and heartache. Every morning, I woke up to cook, and after cooking, I would wash clothes, mop the floor, and wash the dishes after eating. After cleaning up, just as I was about to rest, my mother-in-law would throw a pile of underwear at me. This wasnt the first time she had asked me to wash her undergarments.

With a weary sigh, I looked at her and said, "Mom, undergarments and other personal clothing are meant to be washed by the wearer. Its not my place to handle such private matters."

She was busy texting someone to come over and play mahjong and looked up at me with a glare: "If I tell you to wash it, then wash it. Where do you get so much nonsense?"

I refused.

I threw the basin into the bathroom and went back to my room to change the bed sheets. My mother-in-law started cursing loudly in the living room, "So now you think you're tough? Did we marry you to treat you like a queen? Look in the mirror; do you really think youre goddess? Get out here and wash those clothes, or Ill call my son to teach you a lesson!"

I couldnt take it anymore. "I married into your family, but I wasnt sold to you. I didnt take a penny of dowry when I married. If you want a maid, hire one!" I slammed the door and cried on the bed.

My mother-in-law called Wesley, playing the victim. When he came home, he dragged me out of bed, "Diana, apologize to Mom!"

Every time we argued, he always sided with his mother!

"Why should I apologize? What did I do wrong? She bullies me, and you want me to apologize?" I wiped away my tears and turned away from him.

My mother-in-law also came into the room, her words biting, "I told you not to marry her, and look, it hasnt been long, and shes already trying to dominate me."

Wesley pushed her out of the room, "Alright, Mom, enough. Ill talk to her." He handed me a tissue to wipe my tears, "Diana, Mom is old, and she has a heart condition. Youre so magnanimous, you should be more accommodating, right? Just go and make peace with her."

He knew I was soft-hearted and wouldnt hold a grudge against his mother, so he coaxed me into apologizing. But little did he know, the more I let it slide, the more she bullied me!

One night, my period came, and I stained the bed and my pajamas. I got up, took off my pajamas, and left them in the bathroom, thinking Id wash them the next day since it was so late.

The next morning, I was woken up by my mother-in-law yelling. She didnt even knock before barging in and throwing the bed sheets at me. "Get up and wash this! Isnt it disgusting?"

I was in pain, "Mom, my stomach hurts. Let me rest for a bit, and Ill wash it later."

She went berserk and dragged me out of bed: "How dare you say your stomach hurts? Its been so long, and you still havent gotten pregnant!"

The blanket was yanked off, and I was left with nothing to wear. I covered my chest and picked up the blanket, feeling like my dignity had been trampled on.

My tone grew cold: "Im going to get dressed and wash the sheets. Please leave."

Luckily, her phone rang, saving us from a full-blown argument. My mother-in-law had arranged another mahjong game with her relatives.

As I hung clothes on the balcony, I overheard her relatives gossiping inside.

"Your daughter-in-law still hasnt gotten pregnant?"

"Who knows? No sign of it yet."

"Could she be infertile?"

"Exactly! My daughter got pregnant right after getting married, and now the babys already over a year old."

"Maybe you should try some folk remedies?"

My mother-in-law glanced at me with a sneer: "I bet shes just a chicken that cant lay eggs."

What kind of mother-in-law would joke about her daughter-in-law like this? I couldnt stand listening any longer.

I called Wesley several times, but he didnt pick up. When he got home, his mother immediately pulled him aside to whisper. When he came back to our room, I wanted to talk to him, but he was busy texting on his phone. I tried to grab his phone, and he snapped at me, "Stop making trouble! Im busy with work!"

I was taken aback, "What work do you have to do at home?"

"If I dont work, what will you eat and drink? All the money in this house comes from my hard work. All you do is spend money. You cant even take care of my mom!"

I couldnt believe what he was saying: "What money have I spent? Apart from groceries and living expenses, what have I used? Your mom bullies me every day, and you say I havent taken care of her?"

"Im tired. I dont want to argue!" He turned away to sleep.

I cried silently. I couldnt sleep the whole night.

After that, I stopped complaining to Wesley about his mother. There was no point; he would never take my side.

I endured for over six months just to keep a semblance of a home. But Wesleys frequent late returns from work made me suspicious. He would always come home and immediately grab his phone, sometimes with a doting smile, which he would quickly hide if I noticed.

One day, I followed Wesley in a taxi. He went to a high-end residential area where I couldnt get in, so I waited downstairs. After a while, Wesley came out with a woman whose belly was slightly swollen. They got into a car, and I hurriedly followed them to a hospital.

When they got out, I saw the womans face clearly. It was his cousin, Sally Rune. I didnt understand why she needed her cousin to accompany her for a prenatal checkup.

Just as I was about to follow them into the hospital, my phone rang. It was the police station. "Hello, is this Diana Helm?"

"Yes, this is she. How can I help you?"

"Well, earlier, a blood test you had matched with a missing girls parents at a 99% rate. Could you come in when you have time to discuss this?"

I was shocked and forgot all about Wesley and Sally. I rushed to the police station.

Before Grandma passed away, she told me that we were not related by blood and that she had found me on her way back from the city after buying medicine. She was all alone, so she brought me back. Grandma also gave me a pendant that was around my neck when she found me, saying it was the proof to reunite with my biological parents. If these people were indeed my real parents, they would recognize this pendant.

At the police station, I handed over the pendant and explained the situation.

Soon, a luxury car pulled up, and a plump, well-dressed woman got out. When she saw the pendant, she cried and hugged me tightly, "Isabelle, Im your mother! My dear Isabelle!"

It turned out my real name was Isabelle Gade. My eyes welled up, and I hugged her tightly.

Then a middle-aged man got out of the car, and I was stunned. It was Frank Gade, the CEO of the company where Wesley worked. I couldnt believe I was the long-lost daughter of the Gade family!

My mother explained that I had wandered off as a child and never returned. They had searched for me for years but never found me. Grandma and I had always lived in the countryside, where information was scarce, so it was difficult to locate me. After Grandma passed, I came to the city to finish college while working part-time.

My biological parents wanted to take me home, but I told them I was married and needed to share the good news with my husband and bring him along. My mother agreed, gave me their contact information, and sent me back to the neighborhood.

I walked home, excited to give Wesley a surprise. But as soon as I reached the door, I heard a conversation that tore my heart apart.

"Sign this agreement immediately," my mother-in-laws voice came from inside.

"Mom, how do I explain this to her? Im afraid shell cling to me."

My mother-in-law cursed, "What are you afraid of? Youre the only male heir of the Wick family, and were counting on you to carry on the family line. Besides, youve already gotten Sally pregnant. Are you not going to give her a proper status?"

Thats when I realized there was another woman crying inside. No wonder Wesley had been sneaking around lately; he was hiding an affair! And the mistress was his cousin!

I clearly remembered that Wesley was infertile, so there was no way he could have gotten her pregnant. I quickly went back to the hospital, pulled up the medical records, and confirmed with the doctor that his condition was congenital and incurable.

My mother-in-law called me, telling me to come home immediately because there was something to discuss. I put the medical report in my bag, feeling a mix of emotions. This was getting more and more interesting!

I entered the house, and only my mother-in-law was sitting on the sofa. I looked around, but Wesley and that mistress were nowhere to be seen. My mother-in-law threw a document at me and kept yelling, "Hurry up and sign it! The Wick family has had only one male heir for three generations. We cant keep a hen that cant lay eggs."

I picked up the agreement and took a glance. How heartless! I had sacrificed my career and best years to marry a man who couldnt have children. I resigned from my job to become a full-time housewife, enduring endless humiliation just to keep the family harmonious and happy. And now, after my husband cheated on me, my mother-in-law despised me for not being able to have children and wanted to kick me out with nothing.

I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes and started laughing.

My mother-in-law was startled, "What what are you laughing at?"

I looked at Wesleys signature on the divorce agreement, noticing how hastily he had signed it. I stared coldly at her, "What am I laughing at? Im laughing at the fact that I didnt go downstairs to buy some firecrackers to celebrate leaving your family. When he proposed, he swore he would love me forever, protect me, and give me a happy life. And now hes treating me so cruelly!"

My mother-in-law was furious, pointing her finger at me, "Say that again!"

I swatted her hand away, "Youre not my mother, and I wont tolerate you any longer. Do you want me to sign this or not?"

She didnt say another word and put her hand down, probably afraid that I wouldnt sign it. I signed the divorce agreement, then looked up at her and said, "Tell Wesley to come back so we can go finalize the divorce right now."

She hadnt expected me to agree so quickly. For the first time, she spoke to me with a somewhat decent attitude. "Alright, alright! A wise person knows when to give in. Ill call him right now."

How ironic.

A while later, Wesley called me to come downstairs. I took the agreement and went down. As soon as I opened the car door, I saw Sally sitting in the front passenger seat.

"Wesley, whats the meaning of this? Youre bringing her along to disgust me during our divorce?" I asked coldly.

"Sally is pregnant and needs someone to take care of her. She gets nauseous in the back seat, so you should sit in the back," he replied, not daring to look me in the eye.

It was laughable. If he hadnt mentioned the pregnancy, it might have been better. He still didnt know about his congenital azoospermia. He thought he was cheating on me, but in reality, she was cheating on him. This was karma! Its true that justice eventually catches up with everyone.

Sally began to speak, "Please dont be upset. Wesley and I are truly in love. Im sorry."

Unbelievable. I hadnt even started crying, and Sally was already playing the victim!

"I cant accept your apology. Your face isnt thick enough to carry the weight of your actions."

Wesley squeezed her hand, "Sally, dont apologize. The fault lies with me, not you. Youre innocent, dont stress yourself."

Were they seriously putting on a tragic love drama in front of me? I sarcastically commented, "How many months along are you? Are you sure the baby is Wesleys?"

Sally visibly hesitated for a moment, "Of of course its Wesleys. Just because you cant have children doesnt mean you should question the child Im carrying."

Wesley frowned and looked at me through the rearview mirror, "Diana, youve had trouble conceiving, and Mom is anxious to have a grandchild. If youre angry, take it out on me, not on Sally."

So, after cheating on me, hes now blaming me for everything? How shameless!

"So, youre saying its my fault that I couldnt get pregnant? Did I force you to do something dirty with your cousin behind my back?"

Sally jumped in, "Please dont argue with Wesley. Its all my fault. Ive always liked him, and Im the one who seduced him."

I wasnt falling for her act. "So, youre admitting youre cheap enough to seduce someone elses husband?"

"Sally, ignore this shrew!" Wesley snapped, growing more impatient.

The two of them were acting as if I was the one who had ruined their relationship. The car finally stopped in front of the civil affairs bureau. After we finalized the divorce, Wesley handed me a hundred dollars, as if he was giving me charity. "Take this for a taxi. I wont be driving you anywhere. Lets part on good terms."

I slapped his hand away, "Whos parting on good terms with you? Your mother bullied me all the time, and I endured it for the sake of our relationship. She called me a hen that cant lay eggs, and you never defended me. Now youve brought your mistress home, and youre taking her with us to finalize the divorce. Do you have any shame?"

His face grew darker and angrier, "If you werent infertile, why havent you gotten pregnant? Arent you just feeling guilty and afraid of what people will say? With your poor background, who would want you? You look so pathetic every day that just seeing you makes me sick."

Sally laughed and pulled Wesley back into the car, "Alright, Wesley, dont bother with her anymore."

I held back my anger, called my mom to let her know I was safe, and then took a taxi home to get a good nights sleep. The next day, I told my parents everything that had happened. My father was so furious that he slammed his hand on the table, "Linda, get the car ready! How dare he treat my daughter this way!"

I stopped my father, "Dad, let me handle this myself."

Just as I finished speaking, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. I stepped outside to take the call, and a sharp, sarcastic voice came through the line. "Diana, is that you? This is Sally Rune. I just moved in with Wesley. I dont want to be the bad guy, so why dont you come over and collect your things? It must be tough leaving with nothing. You could probably sell them for some cash and rent a rundown apartment in a poor neighborhood."

I was so angry I laughed. "No need. Those things were bought by Wesley, so they naturally belong to him."

"Well, since thats the case, Ill get straight to the point. Wesley and I are getting married soon. I hope you wont contact him anymore. Im sure Miss Helm wouldnt want to be seen as someone who ruins other peoples families, right?" She hung up after saying that.

Not only did she have the audacity to say such things, but she also had the nerve to block me afterward.

At that moment, a few messages popped up in our familys group chat. Wesleys mother had posted, "Next month, my son Wesley and Sally will have their wedding. My daughter-in-law is pregnant! Im going to be a grandmother!"

Look at how happy she is. Well, its a good thing I didnt leave the family group yet. Ive got a big gift for her.