My husband asked me to give his mistress a test tube baby, so I initiated a divorce

“My husband, Dave, had a low sperm count.

To have a baby, I swallowed every old wives’ tale, endured countless tortures.

Finally, IVF worked, and I was pregnant.

Dave was ecstatic.

But close to my due date, I overheard him chatting with a buddy: “You’re a real piece of work, knocking up your wife with your mistress’s kid.”

Dave sighed.

“Chelsea’s terrified of childbirth. I naturally care about her.”

“As for me and Sarah, she’s occupying my wife’s title, bearing a child for Chelsea and me, isn’t that what she deserves?”

Devastated, I suffered an amniotic fluid embolism during labor.

The doctors asked Dave for his decision.

He didn’t hesitate.

“Save the baby.”

I died on the operating table.

Later, he brazenly brought his mistress home.

Living in my house, taking over my company.

On Memorial Day, he paraded to my grave with Chelsea and his son, bragging.

“I was going to let you raise the kid, but Chelsea couldn’t handle it.”

“Didn’t expect you to die so soon, a real win for me.”

That’s when I knew he’d been plotting to steal my fortune all along.

My eyes opened again, and I was back to the day he asked me to do IVF.”