My life turned upside down after I accidentally saw a photo of my anonymous sperm donor—a face I thought I’d never see again. Mark, my abusive ex-boyfriend, was our donor. The shock hit me like a punch, but I kept the secret from my husband, Adam. “I can’t wait to meet our little peanut,” Adam said, filled with excitement about our future child.
I tried to bury my panic, but the memories of Mark haunted me. Adam noticed my distance and asked if something was wrong. “Everything’s fine. I’m just… stressed,” I lied, fearing the truth would destroy everything we had built.
As weeks passed, the guilt ate at me. I wondered how long I could keep this secret. I didn’t want to lose Adam, but I also couldn’t escape the past. How do you choose between honesty and protecting the one you love? I’m still searching for the answer.
