My Ex-husband Asked Me For Divorced Because I Was Infertile. He Remarried,but His New Wife Was…

A Cruel Betrayal After 20 Years

“I’ve wanted kids, but it’s your fault I’ve had to hold back. You’re defective.”

My husband of 20 years threw these cruel words at me. I realized I couldn’t carry on with him. He’s off daydreaming about his new marriage. God must have been watching, witnessing this devilish act. That’s why something happened to my husband.

My name is Lisa. I’m 45 years old. I work as a secretary at a law firm. We’re nearing 20 years of marriage. We’ve led a modest life, just the two of us.

We’ve always wanted children, but we couldn’t have any. The problems seem to be mostly with me. I went for treatments while working, exhausting myself physically, emotionally, and financially, but to no avail.

We decided to give up when I turned 40. My husband wanted kids till the end and urged me to continue treatments, but I was at my limit. The pain was unbearable, and the money was just draining away.

The situation was terrifying. After all, they say you need two hundred thousand dollars for retirement. It felt wasteful to pour more money into it.

“Why don’t we stop the treatments and just live as a couple? We can save money and take some luxurious trips since we don’t have kids.”

I suggested, and my husband, albeit reluctantly, agreed. From then on, we decided to enjoy our lives as a couple.

The School Reunion

Still, seeing children’s photos on TV shows or greeting cards, I felt a twinge of regret. Even now, five years after stopping treatments, I carry guilt and remorse for not being able to have children.

Then one day, I decided to attend a school reunion after about 10 years. My husband said I should take a break, so I decided to stay overnight near the venue. It felt like a mini vacation.

I realized I’d hardly ever been out alone since we got married. My life had been consumed by infertility treatments. A little luxury now and then is okay, right?

At the venue, I enjoyed catching up with old friends.

“Lisa, long time no see! How are you? Don’t you seem a bit slimmer than before?”

Indeed, I had lost about 22 pounds over the last decade.

“I’m so jealous. Since I got married and had kids, I’ve gained almost 33 pounds.”

Even such a trivial conversation from a friend stings a bit.

“Lisa, any kids?”

“No, we couldn’t. It’s just the two of us with my husband.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for asking such an awkward question.”

“No worries, let’s just have fun.”

I tried to keep the atmosphere lively and cheerful.

“Speaking of which, my son was recently almost caught up in a marriage scam.”

“A scam?”

I was taken aback by my classmate’s words.

“Yes, he was asked to lend twenty thousand dollars because they were getting married, but it didn’t go through.”

“What? What happened then?”

“My son couldn’t afford to pay that much money, so he came to us, his parents, for advice. That’s how we discovered the scam. In the end, the woman disappeared.”

“That’s a terrifying story.”

“There are some pretty awful women out there. Really scary. A marriage scam.”

I was a bit shocked that something like that could happen so close to home. Her son now has a new girlfriend, and the parents seemed relieved. The reunion went on smoothly and eventually came to an end.

Suspicious Behavior

Instead of going to the after-party, I returned to my hotel and enjoyed a nightcap by myself. Come to think of it, I forgot to check in with my husband. It was only 10 pm; he should still be up.

I tried to call home, but no matter how many times I let it ring, my husband didn’t answer. Maybe he had already gone to sleep. Well, I was going back tomorrow anyway, so it wasn’t a problem. Still, I had an uneasy feeling.

Was it a woman’s intuition? I had a bad feeling for some reason. From then on, my husband started coming home extremely late on weekdays, and he started coming home drunk almost every night.

“Hey, I’m home.”

“You coming home so drunk? Are you okay?”

In a drunken stupor, my husband threw his shoes off and sprawled out on the living room floor.

“Shut up. I’m home. Show some respect.”

“Respect for what exactly?”

“His love.”

In this state, while picking up my husband’s discarded socks and shirt, I kept my thoughts to myself.

“Alyssa was cute, wasn’t she? You know, if you were as young as Alyssa…”

That’s what my husband said.

Who the hell is Alyssa? What does he mean, “if I were young”? By the time I thought to question him, he was already fast asleep. Could he be cheating on me?

My unease from that day was becoming more and more like conviction. No, my husband is a decent man. There’s no way he could. It must be drunken nonsense. I reassured myself.

But then there’s my husband, who leaves early in the morning on weekends and doesn’t return until late at night.

“I’ll be back later. Take care.”

And then he comes home drunk as always. With this happening every week, even I had to intervene.

“You seem to be going out drinking almost every day recently. Are we okay financially?”

“Mind your own business. It’s my money, and I’ll do what I want with it. It’s the savings from my bachelor days.”

“But we need to save up for our old age, or we’ll be in trouble in the future.”

“Why don’t you save up then?”

“Well, I’ve spent quite a bit on treatments.”

“That’s because you’re defective.”

Even if he was drunk, I couldn’t believe he’d speak to me that way. I was starting to notice my husband’s changes. Did I become more submissive since I stopped treatment?

My husband’s disparaging remarks about me were increasing.

“Since you can’t have kids, you should show your affection for me instead.”

And with that, I could feel my love for him diminishing as he splurged and behaved selfishly. He used to be so kind, caring for me when I was having a hard time with treatments. Will he ever return to being that kind of husband?

What is a marriage really after 20 years? I started to question this. However, things took a sudden turn.