One afternoon, as Emma sat at her desk, she received a surprise delivery. When she opened the box, she found a cake with a disturbing message and the pregnancy test she had forgotten to hide. Will she go home and explain the truth to her husband or let him walk away?
I was at my desk, half typing an email, half daydreaming about what I was going to make for dinner, when the office delivery guy appeared at my office door. He was holding a bright pink bakery box, grinning from ear to ear as if he was in on some prank I wasn’t.
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“Hello, Emma!” he said enthusiastically. “This is for you!”
“Thanks, Nico,” I said, blinking when he handed me the box.
I hadn’t ordered anything at all. There were no birthdays or Labor Days coming up. So who could possibly be sending me a cake? My stomach fluttered with curiosity. My husband, Jake, was one of the head bakers at a fancy bakery in town. Maybe this was a little treat from him.
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The office buzzed with its usual energy: phones were ringing, keyboards were clicking, people were laughing in the break room, everyone just wanted to get out for the day. But at that moment, all of that faded into the background. I slowly peeled back the tape, lifted the lid, and froze.
On top of the cake, four words were written in black icing that made my blood run cold:
I am filing for divorce.
I stared at the words, blinking in disbelief. But that’s not all!
Neatly placed on the cake, next to the damning message, was a positive pregnancy test.
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My heart sank into my stomach.
Jake had found it. He’d found the pregnancy test I’d thrown in the bathroom trash can this morning, the same test I was supposed to pick up and bring with me, making it easy to hide from Jake.
But I was late and forgot. And now this? The cake… was that Jake’s answer? Divorce. A cake with a brutal message.
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I gripped the edge of my desk to steady myself, feeling a panic attack coming on. This wasn’t just some cruel joke. Jake thought I’d tricked him.
Otherwise, why would he send me this?
I closed the box, my mind racing.
Jake had learned years ago that he was sterile. And he believed there was no way this child could be his. He thought I’d betrayed him, gone behind his back after everything we’d been through.
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But the truth?
The truth was much more complicated.
I hadn’t cheated on him. Of course not. I hadn’t been with anyone but Jake. The pregnancy test was mine, yes, but I hadn’t told him yet because I needed the doctor’s confirmation first.
Honestly, Jake and I had been through so much heartbreak trying for a baby that I couldn’t bear the thought of giving him false hope, only to have it dashed.
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I remembered our conversation from three years ago.
“I think we should just stop trying for a while,” I said, sitting up on our bed.
“What do you mean, Em?” Jake asked. “Just like that, stop trying?”
“We’ve been trying for a baby for eighteen months, Jake. I think our bodies need a moment to breathe.”
“You mean my body?” he asked. “It seems like mine is the problem. The doctors told us it was my fault. It’s my sperm. So, yeah. Let’s stop…”
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After that, it took a lot of work for Jake and me to get back on our feet as a stable couple. Without the pressure of trying for a baby, we could barely function.
But now my husband thought the worst of me.
Grabbing the box, I packed my things and rushed out of the office, ignoring the worried looks from my colleagues. I didn’t have time to explain. All I could think about was getting home, confronting Jake, and telling him the truth.
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When I walked through the front door, I saw him immediately. Jake was pacing the living room, his face red, his body tense with fury.
He turned around the second I stepped inside, his eyes red with anger.
“Tell me the test wasn’t yours!” he shouted.
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I carefully placed the box of cookies on the kitchen counter and stood still, facing him.
“It’s mine, darling,” I said.
Jake’s expression didn’t soften. He looked angrier; he seemed ready to explode.
“If you want a divorce, I won’t stop you,” I continued. “But before we end our relationship, there’s something you need to know.”
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His hands curled into fists at his sides.
“What could you possibly say, Emma? I thought you loved me. And yet here you are, having someone else’s baby?”
“Jake, listen to me!” I interrupted. “This baby is yours. You’re going to be a father!”
The words remained hanging.
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Jake stopped pacing, his brow furrowed. For a moment, he stared at me, as if trying to process what I’d said. Then he shook his head, his voice trembling with disbelief.
“No, that’s not possible. Emma, I’m sterile. The doctors said so. We’ve been talking about it for years.”
“Honey, the doctors were wrong,” I said, moving closer to him. “I went to see Dr. Harper this morning after I took the test. I didn’t want you to see the test until I spoke to her because false positives are more common than others. She explained everything to me.”
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My husband’s eyes searched mine, filled with confusion, but he didn’t interrupt me this time. I took a deep breath, knowing this was the moment to explain everything, even though I wasn’t entirely sure he’d believe me.
“Jake,” I began. “You were never completely infertile. Dr. Harper told me you had a condition called oligospermia. This means your sperm count was low, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have children. Dr. Harper said it’s likely the stress of trying and failing to conceive over the years made it worse.”
Jake just stared at me, unable to speak.
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“Baby, you’ve never been completely incapable of having children…”
My husband’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. He sank back into the chair as he absorbed everything I had said.
I saw the anger disappear from his face, replaced by a veil of pure disbelief. He buried his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking as the situation sank in.
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“Oh my God, Emma,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought you cheated on me. I thought you found someone else because I couldn’t… I thought I couldn’t give you what you always wanted.”
He broke off, his words dissolving into sobs.
The man I had spent years loving, the man who had been so strong through all our struggles, was crumbling in front of me.
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I stood there, watching him collapse, my own heart aching in ways I couldn’t describe. I knew I should have been happy about this new development in our lives.
I mean, I was finally pregnant after years of trying. It was a joy. But I was hurt that Jake had jumped to the worst conclusion, that he hadn’t even asked my opinion before sending that horrible cake.
But I also understood. I understood the years of insecurity, the pain we’d both gone through trying to have a child.
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“I’m so sorry,” Jake said after a moment. “I thought… I’m so sorry.”
I didn’t move. I let him sit there and cry, I let him take it all in. He apologized again and again, every word dripping with regret. He’d been ready to walk away, to end everything because of a misunderstanding, because of his own fears.
But now he knew the truth.
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“I don’t deserve you,” he said. “I don’t deserve this chance. But I swear I’ll make up for it every day. I promise. I’ll be the best father. I’ll be the best husband!”
I felt a lump rise in my throat. This wasn’t how I’d imagined telling him. I’d dreamed of the moment when we’d finally get the news we’d waited so long for. I’d imagined his joy, his tears of happiness. But not this. Not this mess.
But as I stood there, watching my husband crumble to pieces, I realized that despite everything, we had been given the one thing we thought we would never have.
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A baby.
A future.
“We’ll figure this out,” I whispered, my voice cracking. And for the first time in a long time, I saw hope in Jake’s eyes. When my husband reached out to me, this time, I didn’t pull away. We stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of pregnancy and a baby resting on our shoulders.
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What would you have done?
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Family gatherings are the worst for Lara, especially since her sister Emily started making fun of her love life—or rather, the fact that she doesn’t have one. Determined to attend her father’s birthday dinner, Lara decides to hire a boyfriend for the evening. Little did she know, a romantic comedy was about to unfold.
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Last Thanksgiving, she went too far and even reserved a place at the table for my “imaginary boyfriend,” complete with a hand-drawn face on a napkin. Everyone laughed, while I forced a smile.
“That’s funny, Lara!” she would say whenever I brought up the incident.
It was anything but funny.
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Now my father’s birthday is coming up, and of course, it had to be celebrated with a family dinner.
“There’s no way I’m attending another one of these events with my family,” I told my friend Kate when we met for coffee.
“I’m telling you, Emily probably already has something up her sleeve,” I grumbled.
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“Then you just have to hire someone for the evening!” Kate giggled, adding sugar to her coffee.
“Hire someone?” I exclaimed.
“Yes! My sister did it through an agency. She didn’t want to go to her ex-boyfriend’s wedding alone, so she found the agency. Look, it’s all normal, and guys do exactly what you want them to do.”
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“Isn’t that… sordid?” I asked, trying to find a better word.
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