My Husband Gave His Sperm to His Ex

Alina Evans updated her Instagram.

A photo of an ultrasound report.

The caption read: "Thank you to my dear 'brother' for donating sperm when I was at my lowest. I'm finally going to have my own baby."

I stared at the screen for a few seconds before tapping the like button.

Then I commented: "Congratulations to both of you."

My phone rang less than a second after posting the comment.

It was Jeremiah.

His voice was sharp with anger, even through the receiver. "Olivia, what's your problem? I just donated sperm to help her out. Is that sarcasm really necessary?"

I didn't respond. I simply hung up.

It was time for a divorce.

My hand rested lightly on my belly, where a small curve had already begun to form.

I took a deep breath, wanting to apologize to my baby.

I couldn't keep you.

But when I opened my mouth, my voice trembled.

This child was the result of begging Jeremiah for months.

He always claimed to hate children—too noisy, too troublesome, too exhausting.

Yet recently, I found his phone filled with pregnancy guides.

He'd even stayed up late making two lists: one for maternity essentials, the other for newborn supplies.

At the time, I naively thought he was preparing for me.

Now, the realization was laughable.

Jeremiah came home unusually early that night.

Just past eight.

Normally, he wouldn't appear before midnight.

He called out to me from the living room.

I didn't answer.

He didn't call again.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

After his shower, he slipped into the darkened bedroom and carefully lay down beside me.

An arm curled around my waist.

Warm breath brushed against my neck.

His voice was soft, deliberately coaxing. "Baby, there's really nothing between us. The donation was just to fulfill her wish—she's always wanted a child. I promise, once she gives birth, I'll cut all ties."

I stayed silent, removing his hand from my waist and shifting away.

His body stiffened.

His tone changed instantly. "I'm already humbling myself like this. What more do you want?"

"Olivia, don't forget—you were the one who said you didn't care about my past, that you just wanted a peaceful life with me."

"Look at you now. What's the difference between you and a jealous wife?"