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 inside joke I didn’t know about.
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“Good afternoon, Emma!” he said enthusiastically. “This is for you!”
“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.
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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 moment, it all faded into the background. I slowly untied the ribbon, lifted the lid, and froze.
Scrawled across the top of the cake in black frosting were four words that turned my blood cold:
I am divorcing you.
I stared at the words, blinking in disbelief. But there was more!
Placed neatly on the cake, next to the damning message, was a positive pregnancy test.
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My heart dropped into my stomach.
Jake had found it. He’d found the pregnancy test that I’d thrown into the bathroom trash this morning, the same test that I was supposed to pick up and bring with me, easy to hide from Jake.
But I was late, and I had forgotten. Now, this? The cake… this was Jake’s response? Divorce. A cake with a slap-in-the-face message.
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I gripped the edge of my desk to steady myself, I could feel a panic attack almost rising to the surface. This wasn’t just some cruel joke. Jake thought I had cheated on him.
Why else would he send this?
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.
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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 been through so much heartbreak trying to have a baby that I couldn’t stand the idea of getting his hopes up, only to have them crushed.
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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…”
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After that, it took a lot of work for Jake and me to get back on our feet as a steady couple. Without the pressure of trying to have a baby, we could barely function.
But now, my husband thought the worst of me.
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.
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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.
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I placed the cake box gently on the kitchen counter and stood still, facing him.
“It is mine, honey,” I said.
Jake’s expression didn’t soften. He looked angrier; he looked ready to explode.
“If you want a divorce, I won’t stop you,” I continued. “But before you walk away from us, there’s something you need to know.”
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His hands balled into fists at his side.
“What could you possibly say, Emma? I thought you loved me. And yet, here you are, having someone else’s baby?”
“Jake, listen to me!” I interrupted. “This baby is yours. You’re going to be a father!”
The words hung in the air.
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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 not. She explained everything to me.”
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My husband’s eyes searched mine, filled with confusion, but he didn’t interrupt me this time. I took a deep breath, knowing it was the time to explain it all, even though I wasn’t entirely sure he’d believe me.
“Jake,” I began. “You were never completely infertile. Dr. Harper told me that you’ve had a condition called oligospermia. It means that your sperm count was low, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t have children. Dr. Harper said that it’s likely that the stress from trying and failing to conceive over the years might have made it worse.”
Jake just looked at me, unable to speak.
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“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.
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“Oh my God, Emma,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought you cheated on me. I thought you found someone else because I couldn’t… I thought I couldn’t give you what you always wanted.”
He trailed off, his words dissolving into sobs.
The man I had spent years loving, the man who had been so strong through all our struggles, was breaking down in front of me.
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I stood there, watching him crumble, my own heart aching in ways I couldn’t describe. I knew that I should have been happy at this new development in our lives.
I mean, I was finally pregnant after years of trying. This was joy. But I was hurt that Jake had jumped to the worst conclusion, that he hadn’t even asked me before sending that awful cake.
But I understood, too. I understood the years of insecurity, the pain we’d both been through trying to have a child.
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“I’m so sorry,” Jake said after a while. “I thought… I’m so sorry.”
I didn’t move. I just let him sit there and cry, let him process everything. He apologized over and over, each word dripping with regret. He had been ready to walk away, to end everything because of a misunderstanding, because of his own fears.
But now, now he knew the truth.
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“I don’t deserve you,” he said. “I don’t deserve this chance. But I swear to you, I’ll make it up to you every day. I promise. I’ll be the best father. I’ll be the best husband!”
I felt a lump rise in my throat. This wasn’t how I had imagined telling him. I had dreamed of the moment we’d finally get the news we’d waited so long for. I’d pictured his joy, his tears of happiness. But not this. Not this mess.
But as I stood there, looking at my husband who had just crumbled to pieces, I realized that despite everything, we had been given the one thing we thought we’d never have.
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A baby.
A future.
“We’ll figure it out,” I whispered, my voice cracking. And for the first time in a long time, I saw hope in Jake’s eyes. When my husband reached for me, this time, I didn’t pull away. We stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of a pregnancy and a baby resting on our shoulders.
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I Hired a Fake Boyfriend for Our Family Dinner – It Turned Out to Be the Best Decision of My Life
Family gatherings were the worst for Lara, especially since her sister, Emily, began to make fun of her love life, or lack thereof. Determined to sit through her father’s birthday dinner, Lara decides to hire a boyfriend for the night. Little did she know that something reminiscent of a romantic comedy would soon play out.
I love my family, but family gatherings used to be a nightmare for me. Every single time we got together, my sister Emily would find some way or the other to poke fun at my single life.
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Last Thanksgiving, she took it too far and even set a place at the table for my “imaginary boyfriend,” complete with a hand-drawn face on a napkin. Everyone around the table laughed while I forced a smile.
“It’s funny, Lara!” she would say whenever I brought up the incident.
It was anything but funny.
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Now, my father’s birthday is coming up, and of course, it was to be celebrated with a family dinner.
“There’s no way I can sit through another one of those events with my family,” I told my friend, Kate, when we met for coffee.
“I’m telling you now, Emily probably has something up her sleeve already,” I grumbled.
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“Then just hire someone out for the night!” Kate chuckled, adding sugar to her coffee.
“Hire a man?” I exclaimed.
“Yes! My sister did it through an agency. She didn’t want to go to her ex-boyfriend’s wedding by herself, so she found the agency. Look, it’s all above board and the guys do exactly what you need them to do.”
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“It’s not… sleazy?” I asked, trying to think of a better word.
My Daughter and the Neighbor’s Daughter Look like Sisters – I Thought My Husband Was Cheating, but the Truth Was Much Worse
When a new family moved in next door, the eerie resemblance between their daughter and my own sent me spiraling into suspicion. Could my husband be hiding an affair? I had to confront him, but the truth turned out to be far darker than I imagined.
There they were, Emma and Lily, twirling in our backyard like twin sunflowers chasing the light. Their laughter rang out, a perfect harmony that should’ve warmed my heart. Instead, it sent a chill down my spine.
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I squinted, trying to spot a difference — any difference — between my daughter and our new neighbor’s kid. But it was like looking at two copies of the same photograph. Same golden curls catching the sunlight, the same button nose, and the same mischievous glint in their eyes.
The only obvious way I could tell my Emma from Lily was the inch or so height difference between them.
“Heather?” Jack’s voice snapped me out of my trance. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
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I forced a smile as I glanced back at my husband. “Just thinking.”
About how our perfect little world might be built on quicksand, I didn’t add.
Jack gave me a puzzled look, but then Emma ran over and grabbed his hand.
“Come push Lily and me on the swing, Dad!” she cried.
“Uh… sure, sweetie.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he let Emma lead him over to the swing, where Lily was already waiting.
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“Can I go first, pleeease?” Lily asked.
“Okay, but then it’s Emma’s turn,” Jack replied.
As he helped Lily onto the swing, I couldn’t help but notice how natural they looked together. Like father and daughter. The thought made my stomach churn.
Later that night, after tucking Emma in, I found myself staring at old photo albums. I flipped through pages of Emma’s baby pictures, searching for some feature that screamed “Jack’s genes.”
“What are you doing?” Jack’s voice made me jump.
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He stood in the doorway, confusion etched on his face.
I snapped the album shut. “Nothing. Just… reminiscing.”
“Reminiscing…” he repeated, frowning slightly as he glanced over my shoulder at the photo album on my lap.
I could see the questions in his eyes. Questions he didn’t ask. Just like I didn’t ask about the growing distance between us, or why he always changed the subject when I mentioned our new neighbors.
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Days turned into weeks, and my suspicions grew like weeds in a neglected garden. Every shared laugh between Jack and Lily, and every nervous glance when I mentioned the neighbors. It all fed the gnawing doubt in my gut.
One sleepless night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled over in bed, facing Jack.
“Is Lily your daughter?” I blurted out.
The words hung in the air like smoke, acrid and suffocating. Jack’s body went rigid.
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“What?” He turned slowly, his face a mask of shock. “Heather, what are you talking about? Where does this come from?”
“Don’t play dumb, Jack. The girls are identical. And you’ve been acting weird ever since Lily and her family moved in.” My voice cracked. “Just tell me the truth. Did you have an affair?”
Jack sat up, running a hand through his hair. “This is insane. Of course, I didn’t have an affair! I made a promise to you before God. How can you think I would break that?”
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“Then why won’t you talk about them? Why do you clam up every time I mention Lily?”
He hung his head. His silence spoke volumes. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head, weighing truths and lies.
“I can’t… I can’t talk about this right now,” he finally muttered, swinging his legs off the bed.
“Jack, don’t you dare walk away from me!”
But he was already out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts and fears.
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The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and a note on the nightstand. “Gone to work early. We’ll talk tonight.”
Classic Jack, avoiding confrontation.
I spent the day in a fog, going through the motions of normalcy while my mind raced. By afternoon, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed answers, and I knew just where to get them.
“Emma, sweetie,” I called out. “Why don’t you go play with Lily for a bit?”
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Emma eagerly ran off out the door. I waited an hour before I followed, my heart pounding. I knocked on the neighbor’s door, plastering on my best “neighborhood mom” smile.
Lily’s father answered, his easy grin faltering slightly when he saw me. “Hey, it’s Heather, right? It’s so good to finally meet you! Please, come in. I’m Ryan. Emma’s out back with Lily if you’re looking for her.”
“I am… could you call her, please?”
The moment Ryan’s back was turned, I started searching through his living room.
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There were numerous framed photos of Ryan and Lily with people who generally shared Ryan’s dark hair and olive skin tones. His family, I guessed. But why were there no photos of Lily’s mom?
Come to think of it, why had I never seen Lily’s mom?
I peeked down the hallway. That’s when a large photo of a blonde woman hanging on the wall upstairs caught my eye. Without thinking, I hurried up the stairs.
“What are you doing?”
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I turned and spotted Ryan frowning up at me. A million excuses whirled through my mind, but they all caught in my throat. I had to find out the truth.
“Is that Lily’s mom? Where is she?”
Ryan flinched. “Yeah… that’s Mary. She’s no longer with us.”
“Because of Jack?” I trotted down the stairs. “They had an affair, didn’t they? And that’s why Lily and Emma look so much alike, isn’t it?”
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Ryan’s eyes went wide with horror and he shook his head. “God, no. Didn’t Jack tell you anything?”
“No! He didn’t,” I exclaimed. “But you seem to know exactly what’s going on here, so please, just tell me!”
“Mommy?”
Lily and Emma were standing at the end of the hall, worried looks on their near-identical faces.
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“Everything’s okay, girls.” Ryan smiled at them. “Me and Heather are going to talk a bit so why don’t you guys go back outside and carry on playing?”
I nodded to Emma. “I’ll call you in a little while.”
The girls exchanged a wary look but didn’t argue.
“Come, sit down.” Ryan beckoned to me as he walked into the living room. “I’ll tell you everything, Heather.”
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“First of all, Jack and Mary didn’t have an affair,” Ryan said as we sat across from each other. “The reason Lily and Emma look alike is because they both take after their grandmother. My Mary was Jack’s sister.”
“Sister?” I shook my head. “Jack never mentioned having a sister.”
“Mary was a troubled kid. The family disowned her. They didn’t even come to our wedding. Jack was the only one who even took the time to send a message saying he wouldn’t be attending.”
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The room spun as Ryan’s words sank in. Jack had a sister I never knew about. A sister who was Lily’s mother.
“Where is she now?”
“She passed away last year,” Ryan murmured. “That’s why we moved here. I wanted Lily to have some connection to her mom’s family.”
I put my head in my hands. Everything I thought I knew about my life, about Jack, was crumbling around me.
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“I’m so sorry,” Ryan continued. “I thought you knew. Jack… he’s been struggling with this. He feels guilty about not reconnecting with Mary before she died.”
I nodded numbly, my mind reeling. Jack came from a conservative family and I knew they’d had some arguments in the past, but nothing like this!
A familiar sound caught my attention. I looked up just in time to spot Jack’s car driving into our garage next door.
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“I… I need to go. Please, keep Emma here a while longer?”
Ryan had followed my gaze, but now he nodded. “Sure. You and Jack have a lot to talk about. She can stay here as long as you guys need.”
The walk home felt like miles. By the time I reached our front door, my anger had cooled, replaced by a hollow ache.
Jack was in the kitchen, staring out the window at the girls playing in Ryan’s backyard. When he turned to me, his eyes were red-rimmed.
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“Heather, I need to tell you something—”
I held up a hand, cutting him off. “I know, Jack. About Mary. About Lily.”
His face crumpled. “I’m so sorry. I should have told you.”
“Why didn’t you?” The question came out softer than I expected.
Jack slumped into a chair.
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“I was ashamed. My family… they like to think they’re good people, but the way they treated Mary… I couldn’t face it. Couldn’t admit that I’d abandoned my sister.”
I sat across from him, reaching for his hand. “But why keep it from me?”
“I thought I could protect you from that part of my life. Protect Emma.” He laughed bitterly. “Instead, I almost ruined everything.”
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We talked for hours, Jack finally unburdening himself of years of family secrets and shame. With each revelation, I felt the distance between us shrinking.
As the sun began to set, Emma and Lily’s laughter drifted through the open window. Jack and I moved to watch them, two golden heads bobbing in the fading light light sunflowers.
I leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The girls still looked like two copies of the same photograph, but now I understood the deeper truth behind their resemblance.
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The girls’ near identical appearance wasn’t a sign of betrayal, but of healing: a second chance for a broken family.
Emma and Lily’s laughter rang out again as they twirled away in the backyard, and it sounded like a promise of new beginnings. And this time, the sound didn’t chill me. Instead, it warmed my heart.
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