While Emma is sitting at her desk one afternoon, she gets a surprise delivery. When she opens the box, she finds a cake with an unsettling message and the pregnancy test she forgot to hide. Will she go home and explain the truth to her husband or let him walk away? I was at my desk, half-typing an email, half-daydreaming about what to make for dinner when the office delivery guy appeared at my office door. He held a bright pink bakery box in his hands, grinning from ear to ear like he was in on some insi…
Thank you, Nico,” I said, blinking as he handed me the box. I hadn’t ordered anything. There were no birthdays or work celebrations planned. So, who would be sending me a cake? My stomach fluttered with curiosity. My husband, Jake, was one of the head bakers at a fancy bakery in town. So, maybe this was just a little treat from him. The office buzzed with its usual energy, phones ringing, keyboards clacking, people laughing in the break room, everyone just wanted to get out for the day. But in that momen…
I closed the box, my mind racing. Jake had been told years ago that he was infertile. And he believed that there was no way this child could be his. He thought I’d betrayed him, that I’d gone behind his back after everything we’ve been through. The truth, though? The truth was far more complicated. I hadn’t cheated. Of course not. I hadn’t been with anyone but Jake. The pregnancy test was mine, yes, but I hadn’t told him yet because I needed confirmation from the doctor first. Honestly, Jake and I had be…
I remembered our conversation from three years ago: “I think we should just stop trying for a while,” I said, sitting on our bed. “What do you mean, Em?” Jake asked. “Just like that, stop trying?” “We’ve been trying for a baby for the past eighteen months, Jake. I think our bodies need a moment to breathe.” “You mean my body?” he asked. “It seems like mine is the problem. The doctors have told us that it’s my fault. It’s my sperm. So, yeah. Let’s stop…” After that, it took a lot of work for Jake and me t…
Grabbing the box, I packed up my things and rushed out of the office, ignoring the concerned looks from my coworkers. I didn’t have time to explain. All I could think about was getting home, facing Jake, and explaining the truth. When I walked through the front door, I saw him immediately. Jake was pacing back and forth across the living room, his face flushed, his body tense with fury. He turned the second I stepped inside, his eyes wild. “Tell me the test wasn’t yours!” he shouted. I placed the cake bo…
Jake stopped pacing, his brow furrowed. For a moment, he just stared at me as if trying to process what I had said. Then he shook his head, his voice trembling with disbelief. “No. That’s not possible. Emma, I’m infertile. The doctors said it. We’ve been over this for years.” “Darling, the doctors were wrong,” I said, stepping closer to him. “I went to see Dr. Harper this morning after I took the test. I didn’t want you to see the test before I spoke to her because false positives happen more often than …
Jake just looked at me, unable to speak. “Baby, you were never completely unable to have kids…” My husband’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. He sank into the armchair as he processed everything I said. I watched as the anger drained from his face, replaced with a veil of sheer disbelief. He buried his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking as the realization hit him. “Oh my God, Emma,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought you cheated on me. I thought you found someone else be…
