Betrayal

Betrayal.

When Elle told me the news, I knew it couldn’t be true.

We had tried for months to have a child, and after many failed attempts and tears, I went to a fertility doctor to find the truth we both couldn’t accept. After many tests, I learned that I was infertile, and therefore couldn’t have children. Elle was inconsolable, but willing to look at adoption as another choice.

Then today happened. I knew I couldn’t be the father. We had begged the doctor for better news, but she couldn’t tell us what we wanted to hear.

Now, as I sit alone in my room, dreading Elle’s return home from work, my thoughts twist and tumble. It can’t be an affair? Can it?