One IVF Two Wives Novel by Aurora _ Novel




One IVF Two Wives Chapter 01

On my wedding anniversary with Leonardo Schubert, Penelope Broderick, the woman he could never forget, posted an ultrasound photo on Instagram.
The caption read: "Leo, thank you for being there for me for ten years, and thank you for giving me a son."
A wave of rage washed over me as I commented, "Proud to be the other woman?"
Leonardo called immediately, his voice erupting with fury.
"Get your mind out of the gutter! I just donated for IVF so she could fulfill her dream of becoming a single mother.
"Besides, Penny got pregnant on the first try. You've done three rounds and still nothing. That womb of yours is completely useless!"
Three days ago, he told me he was flying abroad for business. He hadn't answered my calls or replied to a single message.
I assumed he was busy. It never occurred to me that he was accompanying someone else to her prenatal appointment.
Half an hour later, Penelope posted again—a lavish spread of food.
"Got tired of French cuisine, so Leo cooked for me himself. All my favorites."
I stared at the pregnancy test results I'd just received. My joy drained away, replaced by a bitter resolve.
I'd loved him wholeheartedly for eight years, swallowing my pride and putting up with everything for him throughout our six years of marriage.
This time, I was done for good!
***
After hanging up, I took a photo of the dinner I'd carefully prepared and the sixth-anniversary cake, then sent it to Leonardo.
His reply came surprisingly fast.
"It's your birthday? I can't make it back today. You'll have to celebrate on your own."
I let out a bitter laugh and threw the cake in the trash.
Whether it was my birthday or our wedding anniversary, Leonardo never remembered.
But he kept a special little notebook, meticulously noting every detail about Penelope, spanning from her high school days all the way to the present.
I put the pregnancy test results on the table away.
I'd planned to present them to Leonardo at dinner tonight, as a special gift for him.
Now it seemed pointless.
In six years, I endured three failed rounds of IVF. The physical toll was agonizing.
I'd assumed this time would be no different. And yet somehow, I was pregnant.
But before I could savor even a few minutes of happiness, I saw Penelope's Instagram post.
For all I knew, she'd had her IVF done on the very same day—using Leonardo's sperm.
What a fool I was, living in the dark while they played me.
I pulled the food toward me. I had no appetite, but I had to eat—for the sake of my child.
But the moment the smell of the rich, meaty food hit me, I doubled over and began retching violently.
By the time the heaving stopped, the cramping in my lower abdomen had grown unbearable.
Then I felt a rush of warmth between my legs.
Spots of blood seeped through my pants.
Panic seized me.
Could it be a threatened miscarriage?
I might be disappointed in Leonardo, but I would never let anything happen to my baby—especially since I'd been through hell to conceive it.
I grabbed my phone, desperate to get downstairs and drive myself to the hospital.
But the moment I opened the door, the pain buckled my knees. I slumped against the wall and slowly slid to the floor.
I'd felt unwell in the morning but ignored it, spending most of the day at the hospital getting checked out.
When I got home, certain that Leonardo would rush back to celebrate our anniversary with me, I had busied myself ordering the cake and cooking dinner.
My blood sugar must have crashed.
I fumbled for my phone to call 911, but my vision kept flickering black. Dizziness overwhelmed me. I couldn't summon an ounce of strength.
Just then, the door next to mine clicked open, and my neighbor stepped out.
The sight of me startled him. He rushed over and helped me to my feet.
"What happened?"
Relief washed over me. I asked him to take me to the hospital.
After the examination, the diagnosis confirmed my fears—threatened miscarriage. The doctor prescribed a stack of medications, his tone grave.
"You two need to be much more careful from now on. This pregnancy isn't very stable to begin with. No more emotional distress or overexertion."
My neighbor looked mortified. I explained that he wasn't my husband.
"My husband is overseas... on a business trip."
The doctor nodded and went over a list of precautions.
"Send all of this to your husband. It's time for the father-to-be to start learning how to take care of a pregnant woman."
I smiled bitterly.
Oh, he knew exactly how to take care of someone. Too bad that someone was another woman.

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