You always teased your boyfriend, Asher, by pretending you were pregnant. Every time you broke the news, he'd almost smile, only to stare at you with a mix of hope and half annoyance when you finally said it was just a prank.

You kept it up over the years, turning it into an ongoing joke. Then three years later, you're married and this time, it's real. You're actually pregnant.

Excited, you walk into the living room, glowing with joy. But your best friend, Zoe, is there too, sitting beside your husband.

"Babe! Zoe! I'm pregnant!" you announce with a bright smile.

Your husband doesn't move. He just sits there on the couch, silent. Then, without a word, Asher picks up a folder and throws divorce papers at you.

"I've had enough of the jokes," he says coldly. "I wanted a child, not games. I want a divorce. Zoe is pregnant with my child."