My Husband Left Me For My High School Friend After I Miscarried — Three Years Later, I Saw Them At A Gas Station And Couldn't Stop Grinning

Jennifer had felt a growing disconnect ever since she married Martin, and the primary reason was his daughter. Despite her best efforts, she struggled to blend into their household. The biggest hurdle arose when Martin stumbled upon a positive pregnancy test in the wastebasket.

She sat by the window, her headphones on, engrossed in a novel.

This had become her go-to escape as of late. Since tying the knot with Martin, her world had shifted dramatically. She adored him, and he adored her in return.

However, Martin had an eighteen-year-old daughter, Carrie, who had never accepted Jennifer. From the very beginning, Carrie had shown resistance, her rebellious streak still evident even as she stepped into adulthood.

But when Jennifer immersed herself in the pages of a book with music playing softly in her ears, she could momentarily leave her troubles behind and embrace a fleeting sense of serenity.

The living room remained silent except for the faint melody in her ears and the gentle sound of pages being turned.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden glow upon her, wrapping her in a comforting warmth. Yet, this peace was soon shattered.

Lifting her gaze from the book, Jennifer found Martin standing before her, his expression livid.

His face was flushed, his fists clenched tightly by his sides. Unable to hear his words, she removed her headphones.

"When exactly were you going to tell me about this?!" he yelled, his voice laced with fury.

"Tell you about what?" Jennifer asked, bewildered.

"What? Are you seriously pretending nothing happened, Jennifer? Are you positive?" Martin’s words dripped with sarcasm, his piercing gaze locked onto hers.

"Martin, I genuinely have no clue what you're referring to. Just say what’s on your mind," Jennifer responded steadily, though her pulse quickened.

Martin let out a frustrated chuckle and raised a pregnancy test. "This! Did you think I wouldn’t have the right to know?"

Jennifer’s eyes widened in astonishment.

"Where did you find that?" she asked, her heart pounding harder.

"In the trash in the bathroom. Does it matter? It's positive! Were you ever going to inform me that you're expecting?"

Martin's voice escalated, filling the once-quiet room with tension.

Jennifer felt lightheaded.

"You’re making assumptions, Martin. Please take a breath and calm down!" she pleaded, striving to keep her voice composed.

"Assumptions? Jennifer, we’re talking about a baby! Our baby! Were you just going to keep this to yourself? I don't even want to think about it," his voice cracked, his emotions barely restrained.

"I wasn’t hiding anything. Please, let’s sit down and discuss this later tonight. Right now, you should get to work," Jennifer urged, attempting to de-escalate the situation.

"Work?!" Martin exhaled sharply, trying to compose himself. "Fine. We’ll talk later."

As he stormed out, Jennifer was left alone with her thoughts. She sighed heavily, closing her book.

The tranquility she had found was completely shattered. Noticing the time, she rose and made her way to the kitchen, her mind replaying the heated exchange.

A sense of unease settled in her chest, growing with every passing second. She stared out the window, watching the cars drive by, her mind drifting back to the early days of her relationship with Martin.

Jennifer approached Carrie’s room and gently knocked. Hesitating briefly, she asked, "May I come in?"

"Yes," Carrie murmured.

Jennifer opened the door and stepped inside, leaning against the wall as she scanned the space.

The room was cluttered—clothes strewn across the floor, books stacked on a desk, posters adorning the walls. A typical teenager’s sanctuary.

However, what captured Jennifer’s attention most was Carrie’s expression—uneasy and remorseful. Fear flickered in her eyes, uncertainty clouding her features.

"Carrie, we need to talk," Jennifer said softly. "I need you to be honest with me."

Carrie inhaled deeply, her eyes welling with tears. "Thank you for not telling Dad that the test was mine," she whispered, her voice shaky.

"You don’t have to thank me, but you do need to decide what to do next," Jennifer said, concern evident in her voice.

"I have no idea," Carrie admitted, her voice trembling. "I’m terrified."

Jennifer took a seat on the edge of Carrie’s bed, offering reassurance.

"You can’t delay this choice for long. This isn’t like picking a college major—though, let's be honest, you struggled with that decision too," she teased lightly, trying to ease the tension.

Carrie lowered her gaze, her tone bitter. "What’s the point of deciding when Dad dictates everything for me anyway?"

Jennifer sighed, understanding her frustration. "If you're expecting, medical school isn’t an option right now," she pointed out gently.

"I’m not keeping the baby," Carrie insisted, desperation creeping into her voice.

"Really? Because this test tells a different story," Jennifer said, holding it up again.

Carrie hesitated before speaking. "If you could lend me some money… then…"

"Don’t make any rash decisions, Carrie. What about the father? Does he know?" Jennifer asked, her voice soft with concern.

"He will never find out," Carrie replied, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Why not? He’s your boyfriend. He has a right to know," Jennifer said, her heart aching for the girl.

Carrie tried to respond, but her voice caught in her throat. Finally, she broke down in sobs. "He dumped me."

Jennifer’s heart clenched. She wrapped her arms around Carrie, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

Regardless of their rocky relationship, none of that mattered now. She simply wanted to support her.

"You’re not alone in this, sweetheart. We’ll figure it out together," Jennifer whispered, holding Carrie tightly. "No matter what, Martin and I will be here for you."

Carrie clung to Jennifer, her cries gradually softening. "Thank you," she whispered. "I don’t know what to do, but knowing you’re here helps."

Jennifer pulled back slightly, looking into Carrie’s eyes. "We’ll take it step by step. First, we talk to Martin. Then, we figure out what’s best for you and the baby."

Carrie nodded, a faint glimmer of hope shining through her fear. "Okay. I’ll try to be strong."

Jennifer smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Carrie’s face. "You are strong. And we’ll get through this together."