Birth Control Pills from My Husband Made Me Ran To An Old LoveChapter 1
Three years. Three years of trying to conceive with my husband, only to be met with disappointment time and time again.
Then one day, in front of my best friend—who also happened to be a doctor—I casually took my daily folic acid supplement. She grabbed the bottle from my hands, her brows furrowing as she examined it.
A moment later, she crushed one of the pills into powder and studied it closely.
"This isn’t folic acid," she said, her voice dangerously low. "It’s birth control."
My stomach dropped. "That’s impossible."
But I trusted her. I sent the pills to a laboratory for testing. The results came back, confirming my worst fear. For three years, I had been unknowingly taking birth control pills.
Ferry Zach, my husband, had been the one giving them to me. He had always been so gentle, so considerate—handing me a pill before every time we were intimate, assuring me it was good for my health and would help with conception. He had been lying to me all along.
I was preparing to confront him when my phone vibrated with a message from our college friend group. It was from Chindy May.
The picture attached to her message made my blood run cold—a pregnancy test, with two bold red-purple lines.
Her message followed.
[Hubby, let's make a bet, okay?]
[Do you think I'll give birth to a little Zach or a little May?]
[I bet on a little Zach.]
Two minutes later, she sent another message, feigning embarrassment.
[Oops, sorry everyone, I sent that to the wrong chat. I can’t delete it now, so let’s just pretend we didn’t see it, okay?]
A cold, bitter smile curled my lips. Any lingering sense of morality or restraint I had left shattered in that moment.
I replied calmly, my fingers steady despite the storm raging inside me:
[Give me a month. I’ll come with you.]
——
The group chat fell silent.
Then, one by one, the messages started pouring in.
[Congratulations!]
[When did you two get married? Why didn’t you tell us? We need to celebrate!]
Someone initiated a payment transfer, a tradition in our group—a small token of congratulations. Others quickly followed, sending their well wishes and money.
Chindy hesitated for a moment before replying with two shy emoji faces.
[Thank you all for your blessings. Please, let’s not make a big deal out of it. Just pretend you didn’t see anything.]