"How to Balance Between me and my husband After Eight Years of Marriage Without a Child"
I've asked this question anonymously many times online, but the responses have varied widely. However, this is something I've experienced firsthand.
Despite being married to my husband Jack for eight years, we haven't been able to have a child. We’ve dreamed of starting a family and have visited countless doctors and traveled to many cities in search of a solution. Each time we underwent an examination, the doctors found no issues with either of us, yet we remained unable to conceive. Our frustration grew, and I became increasingly despondent. Our once passionate relationship began to wane, and I even considered the possibility of divorce.
Then, unexpectedly, at the age of twenty-nine, I discovered I was pregnant. I was thrilled and eagerly showed the pregnancy test to Jack, hoping he would share in the joy of this long-awaited news. To my astonishment, he barely glanced at it and his expression darkened.
“You’re pregnant? Whose child is it?” he asked, his voice cold and accusing.
I was stunned. “Jack, what are you talking about? It can only be your child.”
His suspicion and harshness cut me deeply. “After all this time with no pregnancy and now suddenly you’re expecting? Doesn’t that seem a bit suspicious?”
His words left me speechless, and tears streamed down my face. The joy I had felt moments before vanished in an instant. Jack slammed the door as he left, intensifying the already heavy atmosphere at home.
Determined to hurt me, Jack started flaunting his new relationship with a beautiful secretary. They appeared together at events and banquets, and their relationship was all over social media. I endured the pregnancy alone, attending check-ups and facing five months of it by myself. After the 4D ultrasound, I went for an amniocentesis.
When the results came in, I confronted Jack with the paternity test results. Feeling a mix of defiance and resignation, I told him, “Jack, if you refuse to acknowledge this child, I’ll have an abortion tomorrow. Maybe this baby just isn’t meant to be ours.”
Within minutes of sending the message, Jack called me urgently. Soon after, I received a notification from bank—a transfer of two million dollar.
“Honey, I was wrong. Take care of yourself and the baby. I’ll come back home as soon as my business trip is over. You must have this child!”
I wanted to say more, but Jack was busy with work again. Our three-month-long cold war seemed to dissolve because of the paternity test.
That night, he updated his social media with multiple posts and removed all traces of his interactions with his secretary. His message read:
“My dear wife, thank you for giving me the chance to be a father. I will love you and our son for a lifetime.”
The post included a picture of a large diamond ring, several gifts, and gold bars, along with a traditional child's long-life lock.
I was touched. It seemed like all our past issues were behind us, and we were finally reconciling. In our eighth year of marriage, we were about to have our first child.
But just a few hours later, I was overwhelmed by a barrage of hostile messages.
I was confused at first, answering phone calls with a puzzled expression, only to be met with angry curses.
“You bitch! How dare you seduce someone else's husband!”
“You must be a slut to have gotten him. How many men have you been with? Do you deserve everything that’s coming to you?”
“Don’t you have any shame? You’re just a mistress. Your child won’t survive!”
The vicious comments kept coming. I couldn’t understand why this was happening. I tried to explain that Jack and I had been married for eight years and that I wasn’t a mistress, but no one believed me.
“How could you be his wife?”
“He’s been married for eight years, but he never mentioned you. What right do you have to call yourself Mrs. Jack? You don’t even have a child after all this time!”
“You’re just a gold-digger trying to play the wife by getting pregnant. Do you think we’re all fools?”
The onslaught of abuse left me in shock. I turned off my phone to calm down, but I started feeling sharp pains in my belly. I grabbed my spare phone and checked Jack’s Instagram, only to see that I was the only one who could view his posts with the secretary. It seemed like Jack was deliberately trying to provoke me.
That day, he had publicly declared his love and announced my pregnancy in a very high-profile manner. This was shocking, especially since he rarely posted on social media. I realized this might be the reason for the backlash I was receiving. I felt humiliated and confused.
I called Jack to ask what was happening, but he was in a meeting and his phone seemed to be on silent. I couldn’t reach him until late at night. I decided to wait until the next day to confront him.
When I opened my phone the next morning, it was flooded with missed calls and a slew of angry text messages. I skimmed through a few and felt my anger boil over.
I was confused but decided to brush it off and went to the business office to cancel the number. After taking care of that, I headed to a nearby mall to buy some baby products for the child.
As I was leaving the mall, a woman suddenly rushed over and slapped me hard across the face, knocking me sideways!
Dazed, I looked up at her, struggling to recall who she was. She glared at me with venomous intensity, her blood-red lips twisted in disdain.
“Bitch, how dare you go out shopping! Living it up as a mistress, are we?”
Stunned, I noticed a group of angry women closing in on me, surrounding me entirely.
“Lousy mistress, sneaking around in daylight?”
“You have the audacity to be a mistress but not the courage to admit it? Calling yourself a wife? What lies!”
They began to punch and scratch at me, their sharp nails tearing at my skin. I shielded my stomach and desperately tried to evade their attacks, crying out in pain.
“What are you doing? Get away from me or I’ll call the police!”
The leading woman scoffed, pulling out her phone and starting a live stream.
“Who am I? You used my man’s money, seduced him, and now you’re trying to get pregnant? Don’t know who I am? I’m Lucy, Jack’s girlfriend and secretary!”
So, she’s the secretary Jack had flaunted online to provoke me. No wonder her face looked familiar.
I tried to speak, to tell her I was Jack’s wife, but the situation was spiraling out of control.
Before I could say a word, Lucy grabbed me by the hair and yanked me brutally. The contents of my bag tumbled to the ground.
Seeing the baby items scattered, Lucy went into a frenzy, kicking my purchases away and tearing at the baby clothes I had chosen.
“Bitch! Let everyone see! This woman seduced my man and thought she could secure her place by having his baby!”
“Do you really think Jack will marry you just because you’re having his child?”
“Is your belly so big that you think you’re hiding from me? Seducing my man right under my nose? Not a chance!”
Lucy grabbed the baby clothes and used them to choke me, dragging me forward while continuing to hurl insults. Being pregnant made it impossible for me to fight back.
Her gang of female thugs smashed the things I’d bought and opened a can of powdered milk, which they poured viciously over my head.
“Look at you, buying things! Eating them!”
“I’ll make you choke on it today! You’re carrying Jack’s baby, aren’t you?”
“Too proud to be a mistress? Fine, as Jack’s girlfriend, I’ll show you what it’s like to be treated like one!”
The powdered milk streamed down my head and into my mouth, making me cough uncontrollably. In my haze, I could only see Lucy’s enraged, distorted face.
I was helpless and could only hope for someone to come to my aid as I shouted desperately.
“I’m not a mistress; I’m Jack’s wife!”
Lucy scoffed and showed the passersby a photo of her and Jack together, looking intimately involved, as if they were on a date. Jack was clearly posing for the camera, reinforcing her claim.
It was the photo Jack had posted on social media to torment me.
“Seriously, she’s claiming to be Jack’s wife? And who am I, then?”
“I’ve been working with him for ages. If he had a wife, I’d know!”
“You’re just dreaming if you think my husband will be your sugar daddy!”
Lucy was livid, yanking my hair and dragging me around. I could only shield my stomach and plead with bystanders for help.
Her rowdy friends, however, wouldn’t let up. They aimed their phones at me, shouting, “Everyone, look! This so-called mistress is trying to seduce someone else’s man and get pregnant to secure her position!”
“Think you can bully my friend? She’s the one who got Jack, not you. How dare you?”
“Come on, everyone, hit ‘like’ and make this mistress famous! Once she’s in the top ten, we’ll go live and make sure she pays the price!”
Their taunts drew a crowd, all staring and pointing at me.
Despite my desperate explanations, no one believed I wasn’t a mistress.
Only the mall’s cleaning lady came over to help me.
She was clearly swayed by Lucy’s accusations and looked at me with disdain. Still, she was the only person in the entire crowd who tried to intervene.
“Enough is enough! The girl is pregnant, and you’re all ganging up on her. Even if you think you’re justified, this isn’t right!”
“What are you talking about?”
Lucy turned her wrath onto the janitor.
“How dare you defend the mistress? Look at you—dressed in rags, probably a mistress yourself back in the day, beaten and battered! Hahaha…”
“Watch your mouth!” The janitor’s face turned red with anger. “You’re the one spreading lies. Why are you so worked up if it’s not true?”
“Lies? If it wasn’t for all the rumors, why would you be so defensive? Why are you sticking up for her?”
The cleaning lady was frustrated. Seeing she couldn’t get through to them, she reluctantly turned and walked away.
Meanwhile, Lucy’s friends were thrilled, noticing that the live broadcast viewership had soared to eighty thousand and the popularity had shot up to the city’s top ten.
Lucy grabbed her phone and, seeing the buzz, smugly addressed the live stream audience.
“I’m going to do exactly what I promised—punish this mistress severely!”
She smirked and yanked on my collar, tearing it open despite my weak attempts to resist.
Her group of tough-looking friends grinned maliciously, each one getting more excited as they moved in to strip me, while the crowd cheered.
“Strip her! Get her naked for everyone to see!”
“Strip her naked so everyone can see what this so-called mistress is like!”
“Let her embarrass herself in front of the whole city! Let’s see if she dares to seduce men again!”
The scene was electric with the excitement of thousands watching the live broadcast, and Lucy reveled in the chaos, convinced she was a hero of justice.
“I want to see what makes you so irresistible to Jack,” she taunted.
Two of Lucy’s accomplices held my hands tightly, while Lucy yanked my collar so hard that it tore open, exposing my chest.
My pregnancy had made my breasts larger, and the crowd gasped in shock.
“Wow!”
“So big! She looks so slim in clothes, but without them, she’s all curves. Look at how soft and tender she is.”
“Not bad. This woman’s got some energy.”
People started taking photos, some men even snapping pictures of my exposed chest.
I struggled and writhed in pain, which only seemed to excite them more.
“I’m not a mistress; I’m Jack’s wife. We’ve been married for eight years! I have a marriage license to prove it!”
I was sobbing uncontrollably.
The crowd remained indifferent to my pleas, more interested in the spectacle than the truth.
But Lucy was even angrier. Her face contorted with rage, her eyes locked on my exposed body as she screamed.
“How dare you lie! You deceitful woman, you’re nothing but a mistress! Do you really think you’re fooling anyone?”
Lucy’s anger escalated quickly. She slapped me a few more times, then kicked me hard in the stomach.
I desperately shielded my stomach, feeling the baby’s distress and panic.
"I'm sorry, my baby," I cried, trying to comfort and protect the little one growing inside me. "You worked so hard to come to me, and Mommy wasn’t able to protect you properly."
I curled up, tears streaming down my face, and stopped talking back. I no longer resisted, only hoping that Lucy's anger would eventually subside and she’d let us go.
As long as my child was safe, I was willing to endure any humiliation.
But Lucy wasn’t finished. Her best friend, a ruthless woman, continued to whisper and egg her on.
“The key is to make sure there are no loose ends. She’s learned her lesson not to be a mistress again. As for the child, the law will take care of it.”
Those words seemed to stir something in Lucy. I glared at her friend, hatred burning in my eyes, and took mental note of her face.
The woman sneered, chewing gum defiantly, and spat toward me.
“What the hell are you looking at? Don’t you dare look at me again, you filthy mistress! Dare to look again? Go on, try!”
Lucy’s gaze turned cold and calculating as she stared at my stomach.
“Yes, you’re right,” she said with a menacing tone. “She’s a mistress. I’ll teach her a lesson. If I let her have this sinful child, it won’t be a proper lesson.”
Hearing their chilling words, I could only beg and plead.
“Please, you can beat me, you can scold me, but don’t hurt my baby. If you want money or a car, I can give it to you. Just please spare my child!”
Lucy sneered. “Money? How dare you offer me money like charity? All the money you’ve spent is my man’s money! You’re nothing!”
Her friend added with disdain, “Lucy doesn’t need your money. As soon as she calls, her man will send her whatever she needs. Why are you even showing off?”
Lucy then dialed Jack’s number, clearly eager to show off in front of her friend.
The phone rang for a few seconds before Jack answered.
“Hello?”
Hearing his voice, I desperately screamed, but Lucy’s friend quickly covered my mouth and forced dry milk powder into it, choking me and leaving me unable to speak.
I could only hear Lucy speaking into the phone.
“Jack, something’s happened. Can you send me some money?”
“What’s going on?” Jack sighed. “Forget it. I’ll transfer three million dollars to you now. Don’t call me again, and don’t come back to work tomorrow.”
“What?!” Lucy was taken aback. “What do you mean you don’t want me to work anymore? Aren’t you going to see me? I’m your personal secretary.”
“We’re adults here. We’re just having fun. Why make a big deal out of it?”
With that, Jack hung up, and Lucy’s phone rang with the notification of three million dollars being transferred.
Instead of being pleased, Lucy’s rage turned toward me.
“Great! Now that you’re pregnant, you’re dumping me with three million dollars? What do you think I am?!”
Her eyes burned with fury as she glared at my stomach.
“Do you think Jack would even look at you again if your baby were gone?”
With a madwoman’s fury, Lucy clenched her fists and kicked me hard in the stomach!
“No!!!”
I cried out in agony, praying.
“No!”
“Please, don’t…”
My voice was breaking, my tongue was bitten, and I couldn’t tell if the taste in my mouth was tears or blood.
Lucy, however, laughed maniacally.
Wearing studded shoes, her kicks drove the rivets painfully into my belly.
The sharp pain overwhelmed me, and the baby inside me grew weak, fading away until I could no longer feel him.
“Save my baby, please save my baby!”
Onlookers shrank back, none daring to intervene.
I could only cover my stomach and crawl desperately toward the mall exit, hoping to get help and save my baby!
They had no idea how much this baby meant to me!
Eight years!
Eight long years!
I had waited eight years for him and failed to protect him!
I crawled forward with great difficulty, feeling a growing warmth beneath me.
The crowd gasped in shock.
“Look, she’s bleeding, there’s so much blood!”
“Hurry and call the police! She’s going to die from the blood loss!”
Someone tried to call the police, but Lucy slapped the phone away in a frenzy.
“I’ll see who dares! Who else wants to call the police? It’s only right that I teach this mistress a lesson—why should I call the police? This is what happens when you’re a mistress! Anyone who calls the police will be just as guilty, how else can you empathize?!”
Lucy was completely unhinged, making a scene without fear.
“Didn’t you hear me? My man just tried to break up with me! We’ve been together for a long time, and our relationship was solid. If it weren’t for her pregnancy, we’d be engaged by now! It’s all her fault, so why should you pity her?”
Her BFF fanned the flames, showing Lucy the live feed.
“This netizen made a great point—destroying a mistress in two steps will make her remember today forever!”
“The first step is to make her lose her child, and the second step is to ruin her face!”
Lucy, satisfied with the plan, took out the tin foil from the milk powder tin and folded it into a sharp, dangerous tool.
With her friend holding me down, I was on all fours, barely conscious as I stared up at the bright lights of the mall.
A ghostly Lucy approached with the tin foil, slashing my face with a cruel precision.
The pain shifted from one side of my face to the other as she carved the word “MISTRESS” into my skin.
The word cut deep, a permanent scar etched into my flesh and my soul.
I closed my eyes, trying to numb the agony, but Lucy’s mocking laughter pierced through my despair.
“Now, wherever you go, everyone will see you as nobody but a mistress! Let’s see how you’ll seduce Jack with that scarred face. Every time he looks at you, he’ll remember this!”
Lucy took photos of me, her grin widening with satisfaction.
“I’m sending these pictures to Jack right now. Let’s see if he still wants you after this.”
My appearance was now a grotesque mess—blood and powdered milk smeared everywhere, making me barely recognizable from who I once was.
Lucy dialed Jack again and put the call on speaker. His voice was distant and indifferent, clearly not connecting the dots.
“Lucy, what’s the fuss about? What are you making a scene for?”
“Jack, you’re the one who led me on, letting things get so ambiguous between us! Now that I’ve shown my true feelings, you think you can just discard me? Is it that easy?”
Jack sighed; his tone resigned. “I’ll handle this. We’ll talk when we meet.”
He confirmed Lucy’s location, ended the call, and quickly dispatched a male assistant to the scene.
The assistant, unfamiliar with me, didn’t recognize who I was. As I desperately tried to explain that I was Jack’s wife and plead for help, he dismissed it as a ploy.
“My God, Lucy, how could you do this? To a pregnant woman, no less?”
Lucy sneered. “And what about it? Look at you, without ambition or drive, you can only be a small assistant. I'm different from you. I'll do anything for Jack! And he said he would handle these things for me!”
The assistant, clearly overwhelmed, decided to send a video to Jack, detailing the severity of the situation, and called for an emergency vehicle.
As I was being lifted into the ambulance, a new, sharp pain pierced through my abdomen. I felt something dropping inside me.
Panic surged through me, and I clutched my stomach, whispering desperately.
“Hang on, baby, just a little longer! Please, hold on!”
I kept praying silently, hoping against hope that my baby would survive this nightmare.
The pain in my body made me break out in a cold sweat, and Lucy’s relentless screaming only made me feel more disoriented.
My vision went dark, and I lost consciousness.
When I finally came to, I was surrounded by white. My entire body felt numb, with only a strange tingling in my stomach.
I touched my stomach, only to find it deflated.
“What’s happening? Where’s my baby? Where’s my baby?!” I screamed in terror, drawing the male assistant from outside the door. He feigned carrying fruit and milk, claiming he’d bring me a tonic.
His false smile infuriated me. I yanked out the IV tube, knocking over everything in sight.
“Get out! Where’s my baby? Where is my baby?!”
“Ma’am, please calm down. This is just a misunderstanding. We’ve contacted our boss, and he’s on his way. He wants to make things right and has offered you two million dollars to settle this,” the assistant said, trying to placate me.
“Two million?”
I laughed bitterly, unable to cry because my face was wrapped in gauze, leaving only my eyes visible. The word “mistress” was still etched into my skin.
The assistant continued, “How about five million? We can settle this now?”
I stared at him, seething.
“Eight million! That’s my final offer! This is the highest amount we can offer. Please, consider it carefully. After all, this is the last chance.!”
