My Husband Yelled When He Found a Pregnancy Test in the Trash, but I Stayed Silent Knowing It Wasn’t Mine

Jennifer had been feeling disconnected ever since she wed Martin, and his daughter was the reason. No matter how much effort she put in, she never truly felt like a part of their household. The biggest difficulty arose when Martin discovered a positive pregnancy test discarded in the trash.

Sitting by the window, Jennifer had her headphones on, engrossed in a novel.

This had become her favorite way to escape reality lately. Since marrying Martin, her world had shifted significantly. She loved him, and he loved her in return.

However, Martin had a daughter, Carrie, who had never accepted Jennifer. Although Carrie had recently turned eighteen, she still behaved defiantly.

But when Jennifer slipped on her headphones and immersed herself in a book, she could temporarily forget her troubles and find solace.

The living room remained silent, except for the faint melody playing in her ears and the quiet sound of pages turning.

Golden sunlight poured through the window, enveloping her in warmth and comfort. Yet, this peace was fleeting.

Lifting her eyes from the book, Jennifer noticed Martin standing before her, his expression livid.

His face was flushed, and his fists were clenched at his sides. She couldn’t hear his words through the music, so she removed her headphones.

“Were you ever going to tell me about this?!” he yelled, his voice laced with fury.

“Tell you about what?” Jennifer responded, genuinely puzzled.

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Jennifer! Nothing at all? You’re certain?” His words were thick with sarcasm, his gaze burning into hers.

“Martin, I have no idea what you mean. Please, just explain what’s wrong,” she said, trying to keep her voice even despite the nervous flutter in her chest.

Martin let out a bitter chuckle and raised a pregnancy test in his hand. “This! Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Jennifer’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Where did you get that?” she asked, her pulse quickening.

“The bathroom trash. Does it even matter? It’s positive! Were you planning to tell me you’re expecting?”

His voice grew louder, reverberating through the otherwise quiet house.

Jennifer felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

“You’re jumping to conclusions, Martin. Take a breath!” she pleaded, trying to keep her composure.

“Jumping to conclusions? Jennifer, this is our potential child we’re discussing! Were you… I can’t even wrap my head around this,” he said, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions.

“I wasn’t hiding anything! Please, let’s sit down and talk tonight. Right now, you have work to get to,” Jennifer urged, attempting to calm him.

“Work?!” Martin exhaled sharply, trying to steady himself. “Fine. We’ll discuss this later.”

As he stormed out, Jennifer remained seated, lost in thought. She let out a deep sigh and closed her book.

The tranquility she had found was gone. A glance at the clock revealed just how much time had slipped away.

Standing up, she made her way to the kitchen, her mind racing as she replayed the heated exchange.

A sense of unease settled in her chest, one she couldn’t shake. She stared out the window, watching cars pass, memories of her early days with Martin flooding her thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, Jennifer walked to Carrie’s room and tapped gently on the door. After a brief hesitation, she asked, “May I come in?”

“Yes,” Carrie responded, her voice barely audible.

Jennifer stepped inside, leaning against the wall as she took in the room.

Clothes, books, and posters were scattered everywhere—typical for a teenager’s space.

But what stood out to Jennifer the most was Carrie’s expression—guilt-ridden and quiet. Fear and uncertainty were evident in her eyes.

“Carrie, we need to have a conversation,” Jennifer said softly. “I need to understand what’s going on.”

Carrie inhaled deeply, her eyes brimming with tears. “Thank you for not telling Dad that the test was mine,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“You don’t need to thank me. But what’s your plan now?” Jennifer asked, her concern evident.

“I don’t know,” Carrie admitted, her voice barely steady. “I’m scared.”

Jennifer sat on the edge of Carrie’s bed, offering silent reassurance.

“You have to make a decision soon. This isn’t like picking a college major, though, to be honest, you didn’t handle that particularly well either,” Jennifer said lightly, trying to ease the tension despite the gravity of the situation.

Carrie lowered her head, bitterness in her tone. “What’s the point in choosing when Dad makes all my decisions for me anyway?”

Jennifer sighed, understanding Carrie’s frustration. “If you’re really pregnant, you won’t be able to continue with medical school,” she pointed out gently.

“I’m not keeping it,” Carrie declared, desperation creeping into her voice.

“Really? Because this test says otherwise,” Jennifer replied, holding up the evidence.

“If you could lend me some money… then…” Carrie trailed off.

“Don’t rush this, Carrie. Have you spoken to the baby’s father? Does he even know?” Jennifer asked, her tone soft with understanding.

“He won’t find out,” Carrie said, her voice cracking.

“Why not? He’s your boyfriend. He has a right to know,” Jennifer reasoned, her heart aching for Carrie.

Carrie tried to respond, but emotion choked her words. Finally, she broke down into sobs. “He left me,” she wept.

Jennifer’s heart ached. She moved closer and wrapped her arms around Carrie.

Despite their strained relationship, she wanted to be there for her.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get through this. Martin and I won’t let you face this alone,” Jennifer reassured her, holding her tight. “No matter what you choose, we’ll stand by you.”

Carrie clung to Jennifer, her sobs slowly subsiding. “Thank you,” she murmured. “I don’t know what to do, but knowing you’re here makes it easier.”

Jennifer pulled back slightly, meeting Carrie’s gaze. “We’ll take it step by step. First, we talk to your father. Then, we figure out the best path forward.”

Carrie nodded, a glimmer of hope appearing in her eyes. “Okay. I’ll try to be strong.”

That night, when Martin returned from work, exhaustion was etched onto his face. As he walked into the kitchen, he saw Jennifer and Carrie seated at the table, looking serious.

“What’s going on? Why are you two sitting here together?” he asked, bewildered.

“Martin, sit down. This involves Carrie,” Jennifer said firmly.

Martin frowned. “She shouldn’t be involved in this. She has her studies to focus on. Medical school is her future.”

Carrie took a shaky breath, her hands trembling. “Dad… I have to tell you something,” she said hesitantly.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Martin asked, concern creeping into his features.

“The pregnancy test… it’s mine,” Carrie confessed, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“What?! That’s impossible!” Martin stammered, his face turning pale.

“It’s true, Martin. Believe her,” Jennifer affirmed.

Stunned, Martin collapsed into a chair, his head in his hands. “How did this happen? What about your future?”

“Is that all you care about? My education? I never wanted to be a doctor in the first place!” Carrie snapped, frustration boiling over.

“What are you saying? Your future is everything,” Martin said, bewildered.

“Not anymore,” Jennifer interrupted, her voice steady.

“She’s too young to be a mother. Her career is what matters,” Martin argued.

“Have you even asked her what she wants?” Jennifer countered.

“She’s just a kid who got distracted. She’ll do what I say,” Martin insisted, his voice firm.

“No, Dad! I won’t!” Carrie cried.

Jennifer’s patience finally ran out. “Enough! She is an adult. This is her decision!”

Martin looked at Jennifer and, for the first time, saw the truth in her eyes. His anger slowly dissolved.

Jennifer turned to Carrie. “And you, young lady, will introduce me to your boyfriend. We need to talk.”

Carrie wiped her tears and nodded.

The tension in the room began to lift. Whatever came next, they would face it together.