"I don't know how to persuade my husband to be intimate with me during this crucial period. The doctor mentioned that my peak fertility starts today. It's been two weeks since I began the prescribed treatment. I never anticipated my husband bringing another woman into our home. Had I known his intentions, I wouldn't have started the treatment. What's the point now? Despite undergoing fertility treatment, there's no one to share this journey with. No one to conceive a child with me. Maybe I should just abandon the treatment and move on," Titi lamented to herself.
She pondered her options in her room that night, realizing her unhappiness within her marriage. The idea of leaving crossed her mind, but she hesitated, fearing it might not be the right decision.
"But leaving would only allow the new wife to take over completely. If I walk away, she and my mother-in-law will seize control of everything I've built with my husband over the past decade. No, I won't go. I'll stay and fight," Titi resolved silently, taking a bite of an apple as her thoughts coalesced.
"Yes, that's it. I'm not leaving. I won't abandon my home," Titi affirmed, pouring herself a glass of red wine to celebrate her newfound determination.
"I must devise a plan to make my husband intimate with me during my fertile window. If not, I'll lose this opportunity," she resolved, recalling her visits to the fertility clinic.
"I know exactly what to do," Titi said, rising from her chair and heading to the living room, seizing the opportunity of everyone else being asleep.
"Why are you disturbing us at this hour?" the new wife groggily inquired upon answering the door.
"Remember our little secret. I hold the power here. Follow me," Titi asserted, leveraging her knowledge of the new wife's pregnancy not being her husband's.
Once in the living room, Titi got straight to the point. "I want to get pregnant, and you're in my way. I need to share my husband with you for the next three nights. It's only fair," she demanded.
The new wife initially resisted but eventually relented, fearing exposure.
"I hope he doesn't realize it's me," Titi whispered to herself as she climbed into bed beside her husband, hoping for a chance to conceive.