A Marriage of Inconvenience

This story is one that we have all heard many times. Usually it comes with a happy ending. Unfortunately for me, I do not see that happening. It all started five years ago when my family fortune was dwindling down to nothing. Something that took our family generations to build up took only my alcoholic mother to completely destroy. In order to save our family, I had to find somebody to marry that was rich enough to bail us all out. At the time, we were all thankful when Carl Longnecker showed up and had an offer for us. If I were to marry him, he would keep my family from losing everything. The troubling part was that I would have to act as the doting wife and never speak an ill word against him where others might hear. You see, his family has an enormous fortune. The problem they faced was to their reputation. With a marriage to me they could show the entire world how giving they are by taking care of us. It sounds simple but after five extremely long years of us being married, I can safely say that it was one of the hardest things for me to do. After that long we should have eventually gained some feelings for each other but it never happened. The only thing that we have both gained is an ever increasing resentment for each other. With no children having been born between us we have had to wait the full five long years for this day to finally come. I should be over the moon excited about the fact that I am getting a divorce from this monster finally but as I look down at the stick in my hand all I feel is in unending amount of doom. Surely, after 5 years I cannot be pregnant now? As I stare at the stick I cannot stop from realizing the sinking truth. It is impossible to ignore. The line might be a little faint but it is definitely there. The last five years I have been belittled and called useless as well as a failure for not having conceived. Nobody stopped to think that it might be because of all of the stress of being in this marriage. Instead, all of the blame has been placed on me for not having been able to conceive. What am I going to do now? Do I tell him before we sign papers later or do I become one of those women. One of the ones that I have never respected in the past. The ones that keep their pregnancy a secret and never tell the father about his child. I have always despised women that do that but now that I am facing the same decision I find the idea of taking this baby and running to be far more appealing. I mean, I could raise this child to be somebody that his father has no control over. Would he even be a good father? That is not something that I can easily find an answer to. He has never treated me right but I know for sure that there have been others that he has treated with far more respect. In fact, my childhood best friend has fallen for him under the guise of coming to see me to help me accept this marriage. She used to come over and use the pretense of making sure that I was okay to spend time with him. Before I knew it they were sneaking around and spending more and more time together. We might not be friends anymore but I do know her. She is not the type to fall for somebody that treats her wrong and does not respect her. Because of this, I know that he has the possibility to be a good man. I have just never had the chance to see it for myself. Too bad, after five years of marriage it would be nice to at least get to know the man a little more. Glancing at my watch I realize that I have only a few hours before I have to go and meet the lawyers to sign our papers. I might not have made a decision but I will have to just wait and see what happens when he meets me there. Thankfully, he stayed out last night and I am not expecting him back until tomorrow. Looking at the mirror, I find that my eyes are a tear stained mess. I would hate to show up and for him to think that I have been crying over the fact that our marriage is finally over. Even though he is not supposed to be here, I hide the test in one of my dirty socks before jumping into the shower to wash away the evidence. I jump in the shower just in time for the front door to slam shut without me hearing it. That is why when my husband walks into the bathroom and sees me in the shower I am completely caught off guard. I let out a small yelp when I turn and see him standing in the doorway through my shower door. "Good to see you exactly the way I like you." He says with barely concealed heat in his eyes. I swear, if it wasn't for our s*x life there is nothing about this marriage that he had actually liked. He doesn't even normally like our s*x life but when he has been drinking he always manages to find his way to my bed. Judging by the smell coming off of him I can only assume that he had been out drinking and celebrating all night. "What, did you have such a good night that you actually can stand me a little bit today of all days?" I ask him disdainfully. "Aw, don't be like this. After today you never have to deal with me again. Isn't this what we have been waiting for? One more time really isn't going to bother you that much will it? Besides, you have a body that many women would love to have" He asks nastily. "Is that a compliment for your lacking wife? I take it your celebrations went well?" I practically spit at him. He replies with eyes still filled with lust.,"Of course they did. Why would they not? It is not everyday that somebody gets to get a divorce from a wife that they cannot stand and learns that they are going to be a father all at the same time." "