I Ran Into My Ex at a Clinic and He Humiliated Me for Not Giving Him Kids for 10 Years, Unlike His New Wife – My Reply Made Him Crumble

At the women’s clinic, I froze. Chris—my ex—stood there with his heavily pregnant wife, smirking.

“My new wife gave me kids—you couldn’t!”

Memories of blame, empty nurseries, and his constant “What’s wrong with you?” flashed through me. I’d believed him once—but not anymore. I had Josh now: tall, confident, protective.

I smiled. “Funny—you assumed I was infertile. Turns out, I’m fine. Seems your swimmers weren’t exactly winning either.”

His jaw dropped. Liza’s face paled. Silence.

Three weeks later, Chris’s mother called: paternity tests revealed none of Liza’s kids were his. He’d been dumped, his lies exposed.

I rubbed my growing belly, laughing. My baby—proof I’d never been the problem.