Tenth Anniversary Betrayal My Wife Birthed Her Sister’s Husband’s Child

Because my wife said she had a severe fear of pregnancy, I got a vasectomy for her. Later, she claimed she had to go on a long-term business trip. But when she finally returned, there was a fresh C-section scar across her lower belly. On our tenth wedding anniversary, she walked out and left me completely alone. That night, I happened to open Instagram and saw Julian’s post. "Celebrating our baby boy’s first month! Serena, you went through so much for this." In the photo, my wife and Julian were smiling sweetly, cradling a newborn in their arms. Later that evening, I found hidden male enhancement pills and testosterone boosters in our bedroom closet. If this were the past, I would have desperately confronted her, screaming for answers. Now, I felt entirely numb. Completely detached. When Serena got home from work, I was sitting silently on the chair. She glanced at the empty dining table and frowned. "Why haven’t you made dinner yet?" "Didn’t I tell you to cook that nourishing broth for me today?" I raised my right hand, covered in painful blisters, and said flatly, "I got burned. Did you forget?" Serena froze for a second. I still remembered the day she returned from her so-called business trip, looking completely drained, as if she hadn’t slept in weeks. Assuming she was exhausted from work, I lovingly made a pot of hot soup for her recovery. Back then, she acted so touched, claiming she was blessed to have me, and insisted on ladling the first bowl for me. I held up the bowl, waiting. Just as she lifted the ladle, Julian called. She scrambled to grab her phone, not even looking, and dumped the boiling soup straight onto my hand. I gasped in sheer agony as my skin seared and blistered instantly. Meanwhile, Serena curled up on the couch, giggling into the phone. Snapping back to reality, Serena knitted her brows in annoyance. "Are you still holding that against me?" "I already told you it was an accident! Why do you have to be so petty and dramatic?" I didn't utter a word. I just stared at her. Guilt flickered in her eyes, and she looked away. She stepped closer, gently rubbing my shoulders, using her usual sweet tone. "Come on, stop being mad. I really didn't mean to." "Tomorrow is our tenth anniversary. Smile a little." "I'll buy you a nice gift, okay?" A chill ran through my chest. I replied coldly, "Our anniversary is today." "And your gift is already in the closet." Serena stiffened, quickly trying to cover her tracks. "Oh, come on... I’ve just been swamped with work, it slipped my mind." "Let me take you out to dinner right now, my treat, okay?" Before I could answer, her phone rang with that familiar ringtone. Without even glancing, I knew it was Julian. She picked up immediately, blurting out, "I'm coming over right now. Just soothe him first!" She hung up, looking flustered. "Julian's baby won't stop crying. He has no idea how to take care of an infant. I need to go help him." How ridiculous. When Serena came back from her trip, she suddenly told me Julian had gotten a baby through a surrogate. Before that, Julian had sworn he would stay single forever after my sister-in-law disappeared. At the front door, she paused as if remembering something, glancing back at me. "Logan, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you with a gift tomorrow." Did she honestly think I cared about a stupid gift? She could forget our anniversary, forget my birthday, or even ignore me during her ten-month trip. As long as she loved me, I could have endured it. All I ever cared about was her heart. Yet her heart had never belonged to me. As she turned to leave, I took a breath and spoke firmly. "Serena, let's get a divorce."Her foot froze mid-step. She whipped around, staring at me in sheer disbelief. "What did you just say?" I repeated it calmly. "I said, let's get a divorce." Enraged, Serena hurled her purse straight at me and screamed, "What the hell is wrong with you?!" "He's a single man who doesn't know how to raise a child! What's wrong with me giving him a hand?" "Besides, my sister Chloe is still missing! As her younger sister, shouldn't I look after her family?" "You are sick in the head!" Snatching her bag from the floor, she slammed the door and stormed out. That night, I opened the anniversary gift I had prepared for her. It was a limited-edition designer bag she had drooled over for months. Getting this bag required serious money and high-end international connections. Only five were allocated nationwide. I managed to secure the fifth one. I had worked day and night, picking up side gigs on weekends, collapsing from exhaustion and ending up in the ER multiple times. Whenever I needed her by my side, she was always with Julian. Either the baby was crying, or the baby was sick. She treated that baby as if it were her own flesh and blood. Later, I checked Instagram and saw Julian’s post. "Celebrating our baby boy’s first month! Serena, you went through so much for this." In the photo, Serena and Julian smiled radiantly, cuddling the infant. I wondered, if we had a child together, would our lives have been happier? Then I remembered how repulsed she was whenever I touched her, and the thought evaporated. I had been lying to myself, pretending that a two-person world was enough. The harsh truth shattered my illusions completely. When I went to put the designer bag back into her closet, I discovered boxes of male enhancement pills hidden in the corner. That was the moment I knew she had strayed. Because she claimed she feared pregnancy, I had gone under the knife for a vasectomy. Those pills weren't for me. She bought them for another man. A wave of sheer disgust churned in my stomach. Fighting back the burning fury and betrayal, I packed my bags in silence and moved out of the house. The next day, as expected, Serena didn't call or text once. Instead, Julian texted me, asking to meet at a baby boutique. He claimed he forgot his wallet and couldn't pay for formula and diapers, asking me to bring him cash. I offered to send it via Apple Pay or PayPal, but he claimed his accounts were flagged and couldn't receive transfers. Reluctant as I was, the baby was innocent. I threw on a jacket and headed out. Outside the boutique, the moment I handed him the cash and turned to leave, he grabbed my arm. He shoved the baby into my arms and smirked. "Why the rush?" "Let me show you something." He pulled down his turtleneck collar, revealing vivid red hickeys all over his neck and chest. Seeing my face freeze, he gloated, "Who knew your wife was such a wildcat in bed?" "She scratched me so hard I barely got any sleep last night." I grabbed his collar with my free hand and snarled, "What the fuck did you just say?!" "Do you two have any shame at all?!" Just then, Serena walked out of the restroom. Seeing the confrontation, she rushed over. Without asking a single question, she slapped me across the face. Snatching the baby back, she screamed at me, "Logan! Are you out of your mind?!" "How dare you try to snatch someone else's baby in broad daylight and curse at him?!" "Apologize to him right now!" I snapped back, furious, "Apologize? Like hell I will!" "You two cheating scumbags—" Before I could finish, Serena shoved a nearby display shelf straight into me. The heavy metal rack crashed down, smashing into my skull. My vision went black, and I collapsed. Screams erupted from the shoppers around us. "Oh god! His... his head is bleeding!"Right before I slipped into unconsciousness, I clearly heard Julian’s panicked voice. "Let's get out of here!" "He brought this on himself, it has nothing to do with us!" The comforting hand I hoped for never came. Serena murmured an agreement, and their footsteps faded away. Under the haze of the painkillers at the hospital, memories rushed through my mind like a flood. I still vividly remembered that summer when Serena wore a white sundress, her long hair draped over her shoulders. Blushing, she accepted my confession, whispering that she loved me too. Yet it had been years since I last heard her say "I love you" with any sincerity. All she ever gave me were dismissive platitudes. That winter, her hands were freezing. Just as I reached out to warm them, she mischievously slipped her freezing fingers onto the back of my neck. Seeing me shiver, she burst out laughing, calling me a sweet, silly idiot. Now, she recoiled whenever I tried to hold her hand, snapping that she stayed warmer on her own. A bitter, helpless laugh escaped my lips, accompanied by silent tears. When exactly did everything change? It seemed to start the moment her sister Chloe vanished. From then on, Julian became the center of Serena's entire universe. Back then, she constantly pleaded with me, "He’s struggling on his own, Logan. Please be understanding." "I'm only doing this for Chloe." Seeing my mother-in-law Martha’s grief, I swallowed my doubts and agreed. I looked out for Julian in every way possible. I helped him land a great job and paid the rent for his apartment. Whenever I had something good, I shared it with him. Neighbors even praised us for being as close as brothers. Given an inch, Serena took a mile. She started staying out overnight, claiming she was sleeping on Julian’s couch to help with chores. She even disappeared for days on end without a single explanation. Whenever I reached my breaking point and demanded answers, she brushed me off coldly: "You're just being paranoid. I don't have the energy to deal with your drama." Gradually, she pushed me away completely. She stopped sharing a bed with me. Even an accidental brush of my arm made her cringe in disgust. Whenever I said she had changed, she would just sigh heavily and mutter, "I'm just tired." When I opened my eyes, an IV drip was running into my vein. The nurse walked over and checked my chart. "You're suffering from extreme physical exhaustion. Your head wound isn't fatal, but you need strict rest. Nothing is worth destroying your health over." I nodded slowly. Once, someone was worth it. Not anymore. All my devotion had been nothing more than a pathetic joke. Once my head cleared, I had my lawyer draft the divorce papers, sent them to Serena, and texted her: "Whenever you're free, let's go sign the papers." After being discharged, I went to another apartment under my name. I began unpacking my suitcase. As I shook out a suit jacket, an old phone fell out from an inner pocket. It was a classic burner phone with a physical keypad. I didn't recall ever using it, let alone packing it. Out of curiosity, I plugged it in and booted it up. The screen flickered to life. The interface was clean—just calls and text messages. I randomly clicked open the messages and froze. There were thousands of texts. They weren't just messages; they were passionate love letters. Every line was dripping with intimate flirting, dirty talk, and longing. The phone numbers belonged to two people I knew intimately well. Serena and Julian. I scrolled all the way to the very beginning. The earliest message dated back fourteen years.