Processing the Shock
The news regarding my fertility was like waking up in a different reality. I spent days trying to get my brain around it. All this time, the problem wasn’t mine. Knowing I wasn’t at blame for our childless marriage was liberating, but the treachery ached even more deeply. It was an emotional rollercoaster, with feelings of relief and betrayal intermixed.
Processing The Shock
A New Plan
With my newfound clarity, I began devising a new strategy for vengeance. It was not about lashing out blindly; it was about being precise and making a point. I wanted Alex to comprehend the gravity of his error, to feel the weight of his choices. I carefully planned my steps, contemplating every conceivable consequence. This idea would be my masterpiece, and he would feel just like I did.
A New Plan
