The Sperm Donation That He Regretted

The moment I find out about my pregnancy, a notification from Twitter is displayed on my phone.

Apparently, it's a tweet posted by my husband, Don Romano Caliendo's childhood friend, Teresa Fiorino.

"Thanks to your sperm, I get to have a child of my own during the last stage of my life."

The accompanying photo is a pregnancy test that clearly states that the sperm donor is Romano.

I leave a question mark in the comment section. In just half a minute, my phone begins ringing loudly.

Romano's angry voice bursts from the loudspeakers immediately. I've only heard him adapt such a tone whenever he gets mad at others during family meetings.

"What did you mean by that comment, Selene Gardo? Teresa is dying from cancer! All she wants is to have a baby to keep her company before she breathes her last! Don't you have any sympathy for her at all?"

Before I can put down my phone, my Twitter homepage gets refreshed.

This time, Teresa has uploaded another photo. It features a luxurious deluxe-style apartment, where the floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the breathtaking cityscape of Brindleport at night.

The caption reads, "Thank you for giving me a home so that I don't feel lonely in my final days."

In a corner of the photo, Romano can be seen crouching on the floor while piecing a baby cot together. His side profile shows how focused he is on the task.

As I wipe my tears from the corners of my eyes, I silently caress my flat belly, which has yet to show any changes.

I'll take you far, far away from here, my dear baby.

Early the next morning, my husband, Don Romano Caliendo, returned home.

Carrying a paper bag, he pushed open the bedroom door with a sheepish, placating smile on his face.

"Amore, I made you some cream of mushroom soup myself. Give it a try."

The scent of his childhood friend Teresa Fiorino's perfume clung to him. A single whiff was enough to make my throat tighten.

"Just leave it there."

Romano didn't notice anything was wrong. He leaned in, bringing the bowl to my face. "Drink it while it's hot. I've been simmering it for two hours."

The aroma alone told me it was indeed his cooking.

Three months ago, I would have accepted it with a smile and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him.

Now, my husband stood before me looking for credit while reeking of another woman.

"I'm not hungry," I said, turning my head away.

Romano's hand froze in midair. His tone was filled with displeasure as he said, "Enough, Selene Grado. You weren't like this before. I've already humbled myself to appease you. What more do you want?

"Teresa cried and begged me. She said her biggest regret in life was never getting to be a mother. She's dying, Selene. Can't I even let her have this one wish?"

"So, you got her pregnant?" My tears finally broke free.

Romano's irritation