Part 1Reborn as His Aunt: This Life, He's My Nephew.

My wife’s old flame shared a sonogram photo on his social media feed.

He wrote: "Thank you, for helping me have a child of my own when I needed it most."

That's when I found out. My wife had aborted our child, then underwent IVF to carry her old flame's baby.

I calmly liked his post and commented below: "Congratulations to you both."

Almost instantly, Sienna Miller’s call came through, her voice laced with annoyance: "I was just helping Ryan out, giving him something he needed. Don't make this more complicated than it is!"

I quietly hung up. I knew it was time to end our marriage.

* * *

I stared at the abortion clinic paperwork and sonogram dated a month ago, pulled from Sienna’s dresser drawer.

Only then did I realize I had almost been a father.

But now, just because Ryan Davis wanted a child, Sienna had ruthlessly aborted ours a month ago, only to turn around and get pregnant with Ryan's baby.

I looked at the pile of prenatal vitamins and baby gear stacked in the corner of the living room, a chill settling deep in my heart.

Actually, I first saw a sonogram photo a week ago. It fell out of Sienna’s purse.

Seeing it, I felt dizzy with joy. Sienna and I had been married for four years, and my biggest wish was to have a child, a symbol of our love.

I waited all day, hoping Sienna would tell me she was pregnant. But even late into the night, she said nothing.

I convinced myself she was waiting for the second trimester, planning to surprise me on our anniversary.

But reality slapped me hard across the face.

Not only did she have no intention of telling me, but she’d secretly terminated the pregnancy. Now, a month later, she was framing it as simply "lending her womb" to Ryan.

Sienna never liked me touching her much, nor did she care for children. She claimed they were naturally mischievous, noisy, and hard to raise.

But recently, I noticed her frequently researching pregnancy preparations. She even stayed up late making two checklists: one for a hospital go-bag for expectant mothers, the other for newborn essentials.

My heart had soared then, but now I saw it clearly. All these preparations were for the child she was carrying – Ryan's child.

Sienna came home unusually early tonight. I checked the time; it was only 9 PM. She usually wasn't back until late.

She called my name once. I lay in the bedroom and didn’t answer. She didn't push it.

Soon, the sound of the shower started. After she finished, she slipped quietly into the bedroom without turning on the lights and lay down gently beside me.

I felt a warmth around my waist – the first time she had ever initiated an embrace.

She pressed against my chest, her voice soft, pleading, "Honey, there’s really nothing going on between him and me. I'm just doing him a favor so he can have a child. Ryan has always wanted a kid. I promise, once the baby is born, I'll cut ties with him completely."

I didn't say anything. I just gently removed her arm from around me and shifted away silently.

Sensing my coldness, she immediately bristled, her voice rising. "I've already humbled myself asking you like this, what more do you want?"

"Don't forget, you were the one who said you didn't care about my past, that you just wanted to be with me."

"Can you stop being so petty? I could have hidden this from you, but out of respect, I told you the truth. And this is how you react? You're really letting me down."

I let out a cold snort.

"How were you planning to hide it? Wait until you started showing and then tell me the baby was mine?"

"Sienna, do I look like a total idiot to you?"

"Ethan Cole, Ryan is my best friend in the whole world! I was just helping him out. Do you have to be so relentless about this?!"

She vented her frustrations in a rush, finally throwing out, "You need to think long and hard about how I've been treating you lately. I know you want a child too. After this baby is born, I'll have one with you."

"Forget it. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight."

With that, the door slammed shut. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly – laughing at the tragedy of my marriage, laughing at how blind I'd been.

In her eyes, apologizing to me was a huge favor, one I was obligated to accept. Otherwise, I was the one being unreasonable.

She could treat me this way because, ultimately, I had indulged her far too much.

So, this was all my own damn fault.