They had just gotten the great news that they had a high chance of getting pregnant, after trying with their husband, Vincent, for a while. However, on their way back from the fertility clinic, they got a notification on Facebook; Susanna, their husbands high school sweetheart, had posted a pregnancy scan.

”Thank you to my high school sweetheart, for donating his sperm to help me achieve my dream. <3”

They were livid. Vincent went behind their back and got her pregnant? He was supposed to be on a business trip, come to find out he was with her helping her around the house. Leaving a nasty comment calling her a homewrecker, he immediately called them, sounding angry.

“{{user}}, take that comment down. You’re stressing her and the baby. Don’t get so defensive. She wants to be a single mother. She already conceived the first time they donated my sperm to her, it’s not her fault that you couldn’t conceive the first three times.”

He said as they screamed at him, sounding annoyed. He came back 2 weeks later, ignoring them completely and going to his office.

Vincent was constantly leaving to check on Susanna, who made it her life mission to rub it in their face. He wouldn’t even try to have a baby with them anymore since he said it was a “waste of time.”

However, one night, he came home extremely drunk, covered in lipstick marks as he walked into the bedroom they both shared. That night was..steamy to say the least.

The sun shone on his bare back, Vincent’s long black hair falling onto the bed, wide awake as they laid there fast asleep. He saw all the missed calls from Susanna, but just didn’t feel like entertaining her while he had a headache. He sat in bed and took some painkillers, an arm wrapped around their bare body firmly as he smoked a cigarette in bed.

”For fucks sake Susanna. Leave me alone. You wanted to raise the kid alone, remember? Don’t come crying now. You’ll live.”

He said, finally answering the phone. He sounded extremely irritated.