MY HUSBAND FORCED ME TO ORGANIZE HIS MISTRESS’S BABY SHOWER… NOT KNOWING THAT MY GIFT WOULD BE A DNA TEST
My name is Valeria. I was Fernando’s obedient wife.
For ten years of marriage, we were never able to have children.
That was always the weapon used against me by my mother-in-law, Doña Marta, and by Fernando himself.
“You’re infertile! You’re useless as a woman!” Fernando would scream at me every time he came home drunk.
Until one day, he returned home with a woman.
Camila. Young, beautiful… and pregnant.
“Valeria,” Fernando said without the slightest remorse, “Camila is pregnant. She will give me the heir you never could. From today on, she will live here.”
I felt my heart break.
But the pain became even worse when he gave the order.
“I want you to throw them a party,” he told me. “A big baby shower with a gender reveal. I want all my business partners to see that I will finally have a child. If you want to keep living in this house, you’d better do it right.”
I had no family to turn to.
I had no money. Everything was in Fernando’s name.
So I accepted.
I—the legal wife—decorating with balloons and hiring catering for my husband’s mistress.
The day of the party arrived.
The mansion in Polanco was filled with guests: family members, friends, and businessmen.
Everyone looked at me with pity… or with contempt.
Camila wore a tight dress, caressing her belly while clinging to Fernando’s arm.
Doña Marta was smiling like never before.
“At last!” my mother-in-law shouted into the microphone. “The Montoya family will finally have a real grandchild! Thank goodness Camila arrived, because if we had depended on Valeria, we would have died without descendants.”
Laughter filled the hall.
I stood in a corner, holding a tray of juice.
I looked like the servant in my own house.
“Valeria!” Fernando called out. “Get up on the stage!”
I had no choice.
“I want to thank my wife,” he said with a cruel smile, “for accepting her limitations and for organizing this beautiful party. Valeria… did you bring any gift for ‘our child’?”
I smiled.
This was the moment I had been waiting for.
I took the microphone and looked at Fernando, Camila, and Doña Marta.
“Yes, Fernando,” I said calmly. “I have a gift. It took time and money to get it, because today is very special.”
I signaled to the waiter, who handed me a large red envelope.
“Camila,” I addressed her, “you said you’re three months pregnant, right?”
“Yes,” she replied arrogantly. “And it’s a boy. The future heir.”
“Perfect,” I said. “Fernando, open my gift.”
Fernando opened the envelope excitedly, expecting to find property deeds or a bank account.
Instead, he pulled out a medical report.
His smile vanished.
His face turned pale.
His hands began to shake.
“W-what is this…?” he whispered.
“Read it out loud, Fernando,” I ordered.
He couldn’t.
So I spoke instead.
“For ten years,” I said, walking across the stage, “I was blamed for not having children. I was called infertile. Useless.”
I looked at Doña Marta.
“But last month I went to a fertility specialist. The diagnosis was clear: I am completely healthy.”
The guests began to murmur.
“So I asked myself,” I continued, “if I’m healthy… why did I never get pregnant?
So I took a hair sample from Fernando while he was sleeping and sent it to a lab for full DNA and fertility testing.”
I pointed to the paper he was holding.
“Fernando, that document confirms you have azoospermia.
That means zero sperm.
You were born infertile. You will never be able to have children.”
Silence exploded like a bomb.
Fernando dropped the paper and turned to Camila.
“If… if I’m sterile…” he stammered,
“WHO IS THE FATHER OF THE BABY YOU’RE CARRYING?”
Camila turned pale.
“L-love… that test is fake. Valeria is lying. She’s jealous!”
“Fake?” I laughed. “I also hired a private investigator.
Do you know who Camila was talking to every night?
Her gym trainer.”
I pulled photos from my bag and tossed them into the air.
Camila kissing and hugging another man.
“NO!” Doña Marta screamed. “My grandchild!”
Fernando lunged at Camila, furious.
“You cheated on me? I supported you! I bought you an apartment!
And you’re pregnant by another man?”
“I’m sorry!” Camila cried. “I thought you’d never find out!”
Doña Marta slapped her hard.
“Get out of here, you disgrace!”
The stage turned into chaos.
Screaming. Crying. Security dragging Camila away.
I stepped down from the stage, smiling.
Fernando approached me and fell to his knees.
“Valeria… forgive me. I didn’t know the problem was mine…”
I pulled my hand away.
“Don’t touch me. It’s over.
I already spoke to my lawyer. We’re getting divorced.
And according to our prenuptial agreement, because of your infidelity, half of your assets are mine.”
“No! I love you!”
“You don’t love me,” I replied. “You only loved the idea of having a child.
Now that you know you never can, you mean nothing to me.”
I turned around and walked away.
Behind me were screams, broken objects, and a destroyed family.
The party meant to celebrate a “new beginning” became their ending.
And me?
I was finally free.
And I proved that I was never the one at fault.
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