For years, I dreamed of that moment—a positive pregnancy test in my hands. I couldn’t wait to tell Clay, imagining his joy. But instead of celebrating, I found a Kinder Surprise at the door. Inside wasn’t a toy, but a note that shattered my world: “I’m divorcing you.”

I had dreamed of this moment for years. Every second of waiting for the test result felt like a lifetime. I paced around the bathroom, clutching the stick, my palms damp with sweat.

What if it’s negative again? What if I’m only imagining symptoms?

But the moment I saw those two lines appear, everything else disappeared.

Tears blurred my vision as joy overwhelmed me. I whispered to myself, “Finally. It’s real. It’s happening.”

My hands trembled so badly that I almost dropped the test. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stared at it, letting the realization sink in. After years of trying, after countless heartbreaks—that was my moment.

“Clay is going to be so happy,” I said aloud.

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