Chapter 1

My wife posted a picture on Ins of an ultrasound and her baby bump. The comments section exploded, tagging me with congratulations. Calmly, I replied:

“Not my baby. We’re done.”

Moments later, my wife’s furious call came through.

“Are you sick?! He’s dying, what’s wrong with me giving him a child? Can’t you be more generous?”

I was "generous" enough to fulfill my wife and her first love’s wish, leaving the divorce papers. But then, she regretted it.

Briar Thorne had always hated children.

She’d say pregnancy and childbirth would ruin her career, and a crying baby would drive her insane.

I’d tried to discuss it with her, but she’d instantly explode the moment I brought it up:

“Are you trying to kill me?! Do you have any idea about amniotic fluid embolism?!”

Her stance on the matter was rock-solid. Two years ago, she demanded I get a vasectomy.

She didn’t even enjoy intimacy with me, and we always used contraception anyway.

But I thought, what if she wanted a child later?

Briar’s face instantly darkened. A pillow slammed into me, and she hissed, “You won’t get a vasectomy, huh? Fine, divorce!”

I didn’t want to argue, so I just went along with it.

Recently, I’d seen her researching pregnancy tips and buying supplements she used to despise.

I thought she’d finally come around, and happily booked a vasectomy reversal surgery.

But now, it seems she *can* accept having a baby—just not *my* baby!