“Emily, you want a divorce because you have someone else, right? If you have someone else and want a divorce, I’ll agree. But if it’s because of Samantha, I won’t.”
“Is your child even mine?”
He sent messages like this for days. Initially, I was speechless and didn’t want to reply. But he dragged out the divorce process and updated his Instagram story with his daily life with Samantha. It was shameful and disgusting. Even after I blocked him, he used other friends to let me know about him and Samantha. They claimed Samantha was helping him, and it was just IVF, not anything else. As they repeated it, people began to believe him, thinking I was the unreasonable one. They felt a woman married for so long without a child was unreasonable, especially when someone else was willing to do IVF for her husband. Over time, mutual friends urged me to apologize to Samantha.
Even in this situation, Jason kept messaging me. Mostly asking me to admit I had someone else and that the child wasn’t his. I was getting frustrated and thinking of just letting it go. But one day, when I wanted to go home to get my computer, I overheard something.
My computer at home had many of my research papers, so I thought I’d grab it when Jason and Samantha weren’t home. To avoid getting angry face-to-face. But when I got there, they suddenly returned.
I stepped back and hid in the bathroom. Jason carried Samantha inside. Samantha complained, “Everyone in your neighborhood calls me a homewrecker. You don’t know how much it’s affected me. You promised to make Emily pay. Don’t go soft.”
Jason laughed, gently. “If you hadn’t told me about Emily’s affair, I’d be wearing a green hat. I wondered why Emily never got pregnant, then suddenly with twins. Our family doesn’t have a twin gene. At first, I felt sorry for losing the child.”
Jason sat on the sofa, tears uncontrollably falling. “I really liked Emily. I pursued her for three years. You all know how I’ve treated her all these years. But she betrayed me and got pregnant with someone else.”
Samantha hugged him. They embraced for a while. Samantha said with a choked voice, “I offered to help you with IVF because I saw how much you loved her. I was envious. Chris’s kindness to me can’t compare.”
“Jason, even if you don’t love me, I’m willing to have your child. When the IVF is successful, I’ll protect the child well.”
Just then, the hospital sent the amniotic fluid DNA test results. When Jason repeatedly questioned if the child was his, I had the hospital do a test. The results were ironically funny. They included both my child’s DNA and Samantha’s.
At this moment, Jason, somewhat moved, said, “Okay, after I divorce Emily, once she’s left with nothing, I’ll marry you.”
Samantha was surprised, “You’re divorcing her?”
“Of course, but not according to her divorce agreement. I don’t owe her, she owes me. She has to return everything. I’ll ruin her.”
All the questioning about the child’s paternity and my alleged affair was to force me to verbally admit infidelity for the sake of divorce. Verbal admission is more important than any evidence. He even consulted a divorce lawyer on how to leave me with nothing, demanding an apology and a share of my money.
