Husband Pretends to Be Infertile for 40 Years So His Wife Won’t Know She Can’t Have Kids — Story of the Day
As Andrew sifted through his late mother’s belongings, he stood in the front hall of their family home, the weight of the moment settling in. His heart longed to leave everything untouched, to sell the house as it was—with its antique décor, vintage furnishings, and thriving houseplants—so someone else could inherit the memories.
“Dad? I found something strange,” Louise, his adopted daughter, called out from the hallway, her voice trembling.
The box he was holding, wrapped in bubble wrap, slipped from his hands as Andrew rushed to his mother’s bedroom. His heart pounded as he approached Louise, who was clutching a blue folder, her face pale with concern.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice tight with fear.
“These documents, Dad… Look.” Louise pointed to the first page, where his mother’s name was scrawled at the top, a note beside it that stopped Andrew in his tracks.
Louise’s voice cracked as she read aloud, “Mom’s infertility is mentioned here… but Dad, you always told me you adopted me because you were infertile.”
Andrew’s stomach churned, and he stepped forward, his hands shaking. “Louise, please give me that folder. It’s a mistake. It has to be,” he said, his voice urgent, his mind racing. “You don’t want to make a mountain out of a misunderstanding.”
But Louise didn’t let go. She could see the shift in her father’s expression—the way he was avoiding her eyes, a secret he wasn’t ready to share. A quiet tension filled the air. “Dad… why are you hiding something?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, sensing that the truth was slipping just out of reach.
“Are you hiding this from Mom?” Louise’s voice was sharp, her grip tightening on the folder.
“Of course not!” Andrew laughed nervously, trying to dismiss the tension in the room. “Why would I hide anything from her?”
“Then I’m showing this to her!” Louise’s tone was resolute as she held the folder tightly in her hands.
Andrew’s face drained of color as the gravity of the situation hit him. His mind raced, searching for a way to prevent Louise from revealing what he feared would tear apart the fragile peace in their family. He realized, with a sinking feeling, that telling Nina the truth was the only way to stop this from escalating.
“You’re right,” Andrew said, his voice quieter now, a trace of hesitation. “I’ve kept something from your mother… but I need to explain everything first. I hope, once you understand, you’ll see why I did.”
And so, the past began to resurface.
Forty years ago, when a young Andrew and his friends arrived at the party, the energy in the air was already buzzing. He was just 16, still fresh with the excitement of youth, but from the moment he stepped in, his eyes locked onto her—Nina. She was dancing, effortlessly radiant, a smile that lit up the room. She was perfect in every way.
“Will you dance with me?” Andrew asked, his voice full of an eagerness he hadn’t yet learned to hide.
Nina paused, a playful glint in her eyes, and without hesitation, she took his hand. They danced to the soft background music, the world around them fading into the distance. The night stretched on, and they found themselves sitting together, laughing and talking, their connection growing as easily as the hours passed by. Between sips of beer and shared stories, Andrew knew this night would be the beginning of something he couldn’t yet understand, but felt in every beat of his heart.
The next thing Andrew and Nina knew, they were both heavily intoxicated, and in a haze of passion, found themselves tangled in the sheets of a strange bedroom down the hallway.
When Andrew woke the following morning, the weight of regret hit him like a tidal wave. His head was spinning, and his heart ached with the shame of what had happened. The reality of the situation was overwhelming, and he knew, without a doubt, that only his mother could offer him the guidance he so desperately needed.
He stood in front of her, fumbling for the right words, his throat dry. “Mom, I… uh, need your help,” he said, his voice thick with hesitation. “I went to a party last night, and I… I don’t really know what to do now.”
His mother, sensing the gravity in his voice, turned her full attention to him. Unaware of what Andrew was about to admit, she simply nodded, her expression softening. “Go on, honey,” she urged gently, offering him a comforting space to speak freely.
“You know, I met this gorgeous girl, and we…we. We succeeded! However, I didn’t utilize birth control. “Now, Mom, what if she becomes pregnant?” Andrew shocked his mother by spilling out.
“You WHAT? How could you have been so foolish? Mom gave a bark. “Underage sex comes with risks…you don’t know where that girl has been before, Andrew.”
Andrew gave a nod. “Mom, Nina is a good girl. She is not that way.
“I’m not interested. An STD test will be administered to you. Mom leaned across the table and said, “And I’m going to give you something for the girl to ensure she doesn’t get pregnant.” “You make sure she takes all of it, understand?”
Andrew’s next week was a living horror. He received daily lectures from his mother, a gynecologist, who advised him to refrain from having sex until he finished medical school.
She wasn’t prepared to ruin her son’s medical career over a single, careless error. Andrew was forced to concur. “All right. And one day, Mom added, “And time’s running out, Andrew.” “When will you next see that girl? Before it’s too late, we must resolve your issue.”
Andrew answered, “Mom, I have a date with Nina this weekend.”
Andrew took Nina to the cinema that weekend. He instructed her to wait while he got them drinks and snacks after they had taken their seats. Andrew used the crushed sleeping tablets Mom had given him to tamper with Nina’s orange drink on his way back to the theater. Despite his shame, he took the chance since he knew that if he stopped Mom’s plan, she would be upset.
“Andy, I’m not feeling well,” After drinking the juice, Nina leaned over and asked Andrew to drive her home. “I think I’m going to throw up.”
Mom gave Andrew a chilly nod when he told her when he arrived home later that evening. She exclaimed, “Sounds like it worked!”
Today…
“How could you do such a terrible thing, Dad?” Andrew made Louise angry. “Why did you not consider what Mom would’ve been through?”
Andrew remarked, “I didn’t love Nina then…not that it justifies what I did was right,” with sad eyes. “And we never dated again after that night.”
“Oh no! I don’t get it. How did you two get married if you didn’t date?
Sure! Here’s a rewritten version:
“I promise that once I’m done, all your questions will be answered. But I must warn you, the story only gets darker from here. Are you sure you want to hear the rest?” Andrew’s gaze locked with Louise’s.
Her response was firm. “I need to know everything.”
“Alright then…” Andrew took a deep breath and began, “It all started thirty-two years ago…”
As Andrew walked through the busy hallways of the hospital, his eyes were drawn to a familiar face in the waiting area. There she was—Nina—sitting with a magazine in hand. She looked up and smiled when she saw him. “I know you,” she said, her voice warm with recognition. “We went on a few dates in high school… you’re Andrew, right?”
He nodded, a sense of familiarity rushing back to him. “What are you doing here, Nina?”
“I have an appointment for an eye infection,” she replied with a shrug, glancing at his coat and stethoscope. “Looks like I’m here to see you!”
As Andrew examined Nina’s eye, their conversation flowed naturally, the years between them seeming to disappear. He couldn’t help but feel the old connection spark again. After finishing the checkup, he casually asked, “How about coffee afterward?”
To his delight, Nina agreed, and his heart skipped a beat. The prospect of catching up with her sent a surge of excitement through him.
Nina hesitated for a moment, then answered, “I must have been sixteen or seventeen.”
Andrew’s mother pursed her lips as she scribbled something down, her expression unreadable. “That kind of infection can sometimes cause complications,” she said, glancing between them. “We’ll run some tests to get a clearer picture.”
Days later, when the results came in, Andrew could sense his mother’s unease before she even spoke. “I’m afraid I have some difficult news,” she said, her voice measured. She turned to Nina. “The scarring from your past infection has affected your fertility. Conceiving naturally will be extremely challenging, if not impossible.”
Andrew reached for Nina’s hand as her face fell. “There must be something we can do,” he insisted. “Treatments? Surgeries?”
His mother sighed. “There are options, but they aren’t guaranteed.” She hesitated. “Adoption could be something to consider.”
Andrew glanced at Nina, searching her tear-filled eyes. They had dreamed of a family, and now that dream seemed to be slipping through their fingers. But as he held her close, he knew one thing for certain—no matter what, they would face this together.
When Andrew arrived at his mother’s office, she was already seated behind her desk, her fingers steepled in thought. She motioned for him to sit.
“Andrew,” she began, her voice calm yet firm. “There’s something we need to discuss before those tests happen.”
Andrew felt his stomach knot. “Mom, what is this about?”
She exhaled slowly. “The infection Nina had all those years ago—it wasn’t a coincidence.”
Andrew’s pulse quickened. “What do you mean?”
His mother hesitated before speaking. “Do you remember the pills I gave you that night? The ones I told you to make sure Nina took?”
Andrew nodded, his throat dry.
“She didn’t just get sick, Andrew. Those pills—let’s just say they weren’t only meant to prevent pregnancy. They caused a severe reaction, one that led to the infection and, ultimately, her infertility.”
Andrew’s heart pounded in his chest. “Mom… are you telling me that you—”
“I was protecting your future,” she interrupted. “You were too young. I couldn’t let one reckless night change your entire life.”
Andrew’s hands clenched into fists. “You robbed Nina of a choice. Of her future. Of our future.”
His mother’s face remained impassive. “I did what I thought was best.”
But in that moment, Andrew realized something chilling—his mother had never truly cared about what was best for him or Nina. She had only cared about control.
Andrew’s mother studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she sighed, shaking her head.
“I can make arrangements,” she said coolly. “But you understand what this means, don’t you? You’ll have to carry this lie for the rest of your life.”
Andrew exhaled shakily. He already knew that. But what other choice did he have? If Nina ever found out the truth—that they had taken away her chance to have children—she would never forgive him.
“Just make the call, Mom,” he muttered, rubbing a hand down his face.
And so, the lie was born.
A week later, Andrew and Nina sat in the urologist’s office, hands entwined as the doctor delivered the news.
“I’m sorry, Andrew,” the doctor said solemnly. “Your tests confirm that you’re infertile. It’s highly unlikely you’ll ever father a child naturally.”
Nina squeezed Andrew’s hand, tears brimming in her eyes. “Oh, Andy,” she whispered. “None of this matters. We’ll find another way. We’ll adopt if we have to.”
Andrew forced a smile, swallowing the guilt that burned like acid in his throat. “As long as I have you, that’s all that matters.”
But as he held her, he couldn’t help but wonder—how long could he keep this secret buried?
Andrew’s heart clenched as he watched Nina wipe her tears. He reached for her hand, squeezing it gently.
“I know, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I wish I could change things, but what matters is that we can still build a family together. A child doesn’t have to come from us to be ours.”
Nina sniffled, her eyes shimmering with uncertainty. “But… will I love them the same?”
“Yes,” Andrew said firmly. “Because love isn’t just about biology. It’s about being there. Holding them when they cry. Teaching them. Watching them grow. It’s about us—the life we create together.”
Nina studied him for a long moment before nodding slowly. “Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s do it.”
Relief flooded Andrew, but deep inside, the weight of his secret grew heavier. He had convinced Nina to take this path, but at what cost? Would their love survive if she ever learned the truth?
She traced a finger over the cold glass of one of the frames, her expression unreadable. “So all these years… you let her believe a lie,” Louise murmured.
Andrew swallowed hard. “Yes. And I’d do it again if it meant sparing her that pain.”
Louise turned to face him, her gaze piercing. “But was it really her pain you were sparing? Or was it yours?”
The words struck him like a slap. His breath hitched, but he had no answer.
After a long pause, Louise sighed. “I don’t know if I can forgive you for this, Andrew.”
His stomach twisted. “I understand.”
She looked down, her fingers gripping the edge of the dresser. “But I do know one thing.”
Andrew waited, his heart pounding.
Louise turned back to him, her voice soft but firm. “No matter how she got here… Nina was my mother. And you… you’re my father. Nothing changes that.”
Emotion swelled in Andrew’s chest. “Louise…”
She shook her head. “I need time.”
And with that, she walked out, leaving Andrew alone with the weight of his choices.
Louise picked up one of the framed certificates, staring at it for a long moment. Then, without hesitation, she hurled it to the ground. The glass shattered with a sharp crack, fragments scattering across the floor.
Andrew flinched, but he didn’t move.
Louise exhaled, her voice steady but cold. “Let’s go home now, Dad.” She stepped on the broken frame, grinding it beneath her heel. “I never want to set foot in this house again.”
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving behind the wreckage of secrets, lies, and a past she no longer wanted to carry.
