My Husband's Secret Son Needs My Baby to Live - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Back then, the idea of being a DINK never crossed my mind. All I wanted was to start a family with him—we were together every day, after all.
Soon, I was pregnant.
When Marlon heard the news, he was overjoyed—so much that his eyes welled up.
But then my parents dropped their condition: "The first child takes your last name. We can discuss the second and third." I turned to Marlon with a playful nudge. "So… how many kids are we having?"
His expression flickered with concern. "Margret… are you sure you're ready for this? Pregnancy isn't easy. I've heard it's painful. I don't want you to suffer."
Touched, I hugged him tight. "I'm not afraid."
But the reality hit hard. Morning sickness wrecked me—I couldn't keep anything down.
Then, two weeks later, crippling cramps sent us rushing to the hospital. We lost the baby.
Marlon never left my side. The next morning, his eyes were bloodshot as he slammed a fist into his own chest. "This is my fault. I put you through hell. No more kids, Margret. Let's just be DINKs."
"But you're the only son in your family!" I insisted. "I want this with you. I can handle it."
He shook his head. "You've already given me enough. Just having you is enough."
To prove it, he got a vasectomy that same day.
And after that? He took every precaution—like he was sealing the deal.
The real shock? His parents were on board. Not a word about carrying on the family name.
Instead, they gave us a dog—"to raise as your child."
I thought it was all Marlon's doing… until I overheard my mother-in-law's furious muttering.
The truth hit like a slap:
Marlon didn't oppose having kids. He just didn't want them with me.
My father's help had bruised his pride. Letting our firstborn take my name? Unthinkable.
He'd planned it all. I'd be his stepping stone—the wife who boosted his career. Another woman would bear his real heirs.
And once my parents were gone, leaving me with no one? He'd pressure me into a high-risk pregnancy—just to save his illegitimate child.
Rage and betrayal burned through me. My voice turned icy.
"The baby's innocent. But to save your secret family, you'd let me and my child die? Marlon… how could you?"
Soon, I was pregnant.
When Marlon heard the news, he was overjoyed—so much that his eyes welled up.
But then my parents dropped their condition: "The first child takes your last name. We can discuss the second and third." I turned to Marlon with a playful nudge. "So… how many kids are we having?"
His expression flickered with concern. "Margret… are you sure you're ready for this? Pregnancy isn't easy. I've heard it's painful. I don't want you to suffer."
Touched, I hugged him tight. "I'm not afraid."
But the reality hit hard. Morning sickness wrecked me—I couldn't keep anything down.
Then, two weeks later, crippling cramps sent us rushing to the hospital. We lost the baby.
Marlon never left my side. The next morning, his eyes were bloodshot as he slammed a fist into his own chest. "This is my fault. I put you through hell. No more kids, Margret. Let's just be DINKs."
"But you're the only son in your family!" I insisted. "I want this with you. I can handle it."
He shook his head. "You've already given me enough. Just having you is enough."
To prove it, he got a vasectomy that same day.
And after that? He took every precaution—like he was sealing the deal.
The real shock? His parents were on board. Not a word about carrying on the family name.
Instead, they gave us a dog—"to raise as your child."
I thought it was all Marlon's doing… until I overheard my mother-in-law's furious muttering.
The truth hit like a slap:
Marlon didn't oppose having kids. He just didn't want them with me.
My father's help had bruised his pride. Letting our firstborn take my name? Unthinkable.
He'd planned it all. I'd be his stepping stone—the wife who boosted his career. Another woman would bear his real heirs.
And once my parents were gone, leaving me with no one? He'd pressure me into a high-risk pregnancy—just to save his illegitimate child.
Rage and betrayal burned through me. My voice turned icy.
"The baby's innocent. But to save your secret family, you'd let me and my child die? Marlon… how could you?"
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