Sterile Lies, Pregnant Truths

To everyone else, I was just a "kept man." A trophy husband. All because I was born with nothing.

Only Sienna, from beginning to end, told me I was great. She told me I wasn't the useless trash they claimed I was.

We eventually got married. We were deeply in love, or so I thought.

On our third wedding anniversary, I held a black card in my hand—loaded with enough cash to buy several luxury villas—intending to give it to Sienna as a surprise.

Sienna gently wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning in to whisper softly:

"Ethan, you’re going to be a father."