I hate you dear husband of mine

Gina's fingers moved swiftly as she added the final touches to the decorations. She stepped back, admiring the transformation of their living room into a festive haven. Balloons, streamers, and a large banner reading "Happy Birthday, Marcus!" adorned the space. The aroma of freshly baked cake filled the air, mingling with the scent of the flowers she had arranged on the dining table. Today was not just any birthday for Marcus; today, Gina would announce her pregnancy. She couldn't contain her excitement. It had been three years since their wedding, and they had been trying for a baby for the last year. Finally, after months of hoping and waiting, the test had shown positive. She had planned every detail of the surprise, from the party decorations to the special gift that would reveal the news. As Gina placed the last piece of confetti on the table, the doorbell rang. She frowned, not expecting any guests this early. “I told you all that I didn’t need visitors!” She screamed at the servants who went around with their chores. Wiping her hands on her apron, she hurried to the door. Opening it, she found a small, unmarked box on the doorstep. She looked around, but there was no one in sight. With a puzzled smile, she picked it up and brought it inside. Gina's heart raced with curiosity. Maybe it was an early gift from a friend or a thoughtful gesture from someone who couldn't make it to the party. She carried the box to her bedroom, her mind buzzing with possibilities. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she carefully opened the package. Inside, she found a stack of photographs and a USB drive. Her smile fell as she picked up the first photo. It showed Marcus at a mall, walking hand in hand with a woman Gina didn't recognize. She quickly shuffled through the rest of the pictures, her heart sinking with each one. The last photo showed Marcus and the woman kissing. "Hey, babe! I'm home," he called out, pushing open the door as she put everything back in the box and pushed it out of sight. His smile faded when he saw her tear-streaked face. "Gina? What's wrong?" Gina stood up, clutching the box. "Where have you been, Marcus?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "I had to run some errands," he replied, his eyes narrowing. "Why do you ask?" She took a step forward, her heart pounding. "Because I found this," she said, extending the box towards him. Marcus glanced at the box and then back at her, a flash of panic crossing his face. "Gina, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have time for this right now. I have to go somewhere." "You're wearing your date perfume, Marcus," Gina said, blocking the doorway. "You never wear that unless you're going out with someone special." "I don't want to talk about this right now," Marcus snapped, trying to push past her. "No, we're going to talk about this," Gina insisted, getting out a picture which she shared with him, standing her ground. "Who is she, Marcus? Who is the woman in these pictures?" Marcus shoved her aside, causing her to stumble and fall onto the bed. "I told you, I don't want to talk about it," he growled, storming out of the room. Gina sat there, stunned and hurt. She heard the front door slam and the sound of his car starting. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to process what had just happened. The man she loved had not only betrayed her but had also refused to explain himself. Hours passed, and Gina remained in the bedroom, her mind filled with emotions. She was angry, hurt, and confused. How could Marcus do this to her? And why had he reacted so violently? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening again. She heard Marcus's voice, softer now, speaking to someone else. Gina crept to the bedroom door and peeked out. Marcus was guiding a young woman into the house. The woman looked like she had the air of confidence about her. "Gina, we need to talk," Marcus called out, his tone more serious now. Gina stepped out of the bedroom, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of the woman. She was the woman from the pictures! "What is she doing here?" Gina demanded. "This is Emma," Marcus said, avoiding Gina's gaze. "She's not well, and she needs a place to stay for a while. She's going to be living with us until she gets better." Gina's eyes widened in disbelief. "Living with us? Marcus, are you out of your mind?" Emma looked at Gina with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry to intrude," she said rudely. "I didn't want to cause any trouble but I don’t think it is your place to tell me where I can stay." Gina's anger flared. "This is my house. I can do whatever the f**k I want.” “Not anymore,” Emma said as she placed a hand over her stomach. “You're pregnant," Gina said, her voice trembling. "Isn't that right?" Marcus's silence was all the confirmation she needed. He looked down, unable to meet her eyes. "Yes," he admitted. "She's pregnant." Emma had not felt humiliated like she felt while standing before him. “And you’re telling me this now? Your sexcapades all around and this is where it has led you to,” Gina in frustration took a ribbon and tore it to the ground. “I can’t believe I loved you. I trusted you and I defended you when everyone called you names. You now do this.” “Gina, mind your tone with me.” “Well your tone is shit.” “And who are you to tell me what to do and whatnot to do?” He growled in anger as she got out a letter from a drawer in the living room and handed it to him. He read through it as his eyes opened widely. “You’re… pregnant?!”