He Wanted to Fix Our Marriage After I Divorced Him

Grace's POV

Sylvia Rogers posted a baby's ultrasound on Facebook with the caption: [Grateful to my sperm donor. I was almost hopeless... but now, look, I'm having a baby!]

She was my husband's ex, and he's the donor.

I gave the post a thumbs up and typed a comment: [Good for you!]

Right when I hit send, Simon called me, freaking out, "Come on! I just helped Sylvia out! Don't blow this up, Grace. Please."

I hung up, thinking it was time to consider divorce！

——

I caressed my little belly, took a deep breath, and felt like I needed to apologize to the little one inside—I couldn't keep it. But as soon as I opened my mouth, the tears began pouring out.

I wanted to surprise Simon with the news on his birthday, but it was obvious he didn't want this baby at all. I was two months along, and god, I'd wanted this for ages! It took this long because he wasn't into intimacy with me and hated the thought of kids; he thought they were just loud and exhausting.

Not too long ago, I caught him looking up baby stuff and even making spreadsheets—one for expectant moms and another for newborns. I thought he was finally getting on board with my pregnancy, and now I felt really stupid. Obviously, he wasn't getting ready for me at all!

That night, Simon came home way earlier than usual; it was only 8 PM when he usually rolled in at dawn. He called out my name, but I stayed quiet in the bedroom. He didn't try again. After a bit, I heard him shower, and when he was done, he slipped into bed next to me without turning on the light.

I felt a warm sensation at my waist; it was the first time he'd cuddled me. He snuggled into my neck and tried to coax me. "Oh, darling, nothing happened between us. I just donated my sperm, okay? Sylvia loves kids, you know. Don't worry, once the baby's born, I won't get in touch with her again. You understand, right?"

I kept my eyes shut and my mouth closed. I just moved his hand away and turned my back. He caught my rejection and complained, "What else do you want, Grace? I'm trying to be nice, and you're rejecting me? What happened to—" He mimicked my voice —"'I don't care about your ex. You're mine now, and it's all that matters!'?"

I heard him let out an exasperated sigh. "Can you quit acting like a jealous wife? I could've kept this from you 'cause I didn't wanna upset you, but I chose to be transparent 'cause that's what husbands are supposed to do! Now, here you are giving me silent treatment!"

He let all his frustrations out and, in the end, he said, "Look, you wanted a baby, and here I am, trying to support you. But you're rejecting it. Guess I should just sleep on the couch tonight, huh?"

He slammed the door, and I couldn't help but laugh at how messed up my marriage was and how clueless I had been. To him, saying sorry was something he only said for me to forgive him or else in his eyes, I'd be just a ridiculous jealous wife. I guessed it was my fault after all; he knew I'd always forgive him because I loved him. And this was the p...