The Baby Trap: Truth Revealed novel Chapter 1

My name's Amelia. When I saw the picture of John and his mistress tangled up in bed, I knew it was over. What stung more than the betrayal was the audacity – she sent it on our anniversary. Soon after, John came home, a cold, hard look in his eyes. He wanted a divorce. Her reason? She was pregnant, and after five years, I couldn't give him kids.

Little did he know, the joke was on him. He was the infertile one.

John's affair had been a long time coming. Late nights at the office turned into nights spent elsewhere. The sweet scent of perfume and strategically placed lipstick marks told a story I refused to acknowledge. His affection had turned into tired sighs and empty promises. One night, I finally broke down.

"John, what's going on? We built this life together, why can't you talk to me?"

He looked at me, really looked, for the first time in months. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick with something akin to guilt.

"I'm sorry, babe. Work's been crazy. I'm just… tired." He pulled me close, his breath hot against my ear. "Tomorrow's our anniversary. Let me make it up to you."

I clung to his words, desperate for a reason to believe him.

The next day, He booked us this fancy rooftop place. It was freezing that night, but I sat there, watching the clock tick by. Fireworks were going off in the distance, this cruel reminder of what we were supposed to be celebrating.

His reassurance did little to quell the unease in my gut.

One day, I went to surprise John at work with lunch. That’s when the whispers started. I saw Chloe in the hallway, her mascara running down her face, pleading with me.

“Amelia, please! I’m not a homewrecker. I just graduated, this is my first real job, don't make me leave!”