Married to My Bestie's Husband
My best friend passed away from postpartum hemorrhage.
Ethan said he didn't want his child to grow up without a mother.
To repay my best friend for saving my life years ago, I became the child's mother.
I gave up my career and ambitions, willingly becoming a full-time housewife. For seven years, I cared for both father and son as if it were my life's mission.
Yet, he always remained distant, his tenderness surfacing only in the quiet intensity of late nights.
Afterward, he would hand me a few birth control pills.
On New Year's Eve, my throat felt strange. I swallowed the pills, only to immediately vomit them all out.
Ethan was furious and accused me of harboring ulterior motives.
As punishment, he locked me outside on the open balcony in the rain.
Our son came running with an umbrella in hand.
But he walked past me without a glance and handed it to the housekeeper who was heading out.
In that moment, I made up my mind—I would leave.
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