Amber can’t become a mother, and Anthony keeps taunting her about it all the time READ MORE 👇

Amber can’t become a mother, and Anthony keeps taunting her about it all the time READ MORE 👇

 Amber can’t become a mother, and Anthony keeps taunting her about it all the time READ MORE 👇

Amber sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the faint patterns on the blanket. The room was dim, the only light coming from a candle flickering on the dresser. Her heart felt heavy again — the same ache that never really went away.

She looked at Anthony’s picture on her phone — the same smile that once melted her heart now only reminded her of all the promises that never came true.

Amber whispered softly, “You told me I’d have a family with you one day… so why does it feel like I’m the only one still dreaming?”

Anthony had been in her life long before Shayla came around. They had shared plans, hopes, and even talked about baby names. But then came Shayla — beautiful, bold, and manipulative. She entered Anthony’s world, and everything began to shift.

Shayla didn’t just win Anthony’s attention… she became the mother of his child.

Amber’s heart shattered the day she found out. She remembered sitting in her car, staring at the ultrasound photo Shayla had posted online, with the caption: “God’s greatest gift 💕.”

Amber felt like screaming. She had been with Anthony first. She had dreamed of being the one to give him that gift. But fate had played a cruel joke.

When she confronted Anthony, he didn’t even meet her eyes.

Amber’s voice trembled, “Why her, Anthony? You knew I wanted this more than anything.”

Anthony sighed, avoiding her gaze. “Amber, it just happened. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be for us.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “Not meant to be? I’ve stood by you through everything. I believed in us when no one else did.”

Anthony tried to calm her down. “You can’t force destiny. Maybe God has other plans.”

Amber’s voice cracked, “Or maybe you just gave up too soon.”

Months passed, but the wounds never healed. Shayla, once the woman who took everything from her, eventually fell out of Anthony’s favor. Shayla’s greed and constant affairs pushed him away. He ended things with her, but not before she gave birth to his child — a little boy named Aiden.

Even after the breakup, Shayla remained a shadow in their lives. Her existence, and Aiden’s, were constant reminders of what Amber didn’t have.

Whenever Amber brought up the idea of trying for a baby, Anthony would change the subject. One evening, she gathered the courage to talk to him again.

Amber softly said, “Anthony, I know things haven’t been easy, but I still believe I can be a mother. Maybe we just need to try again.”

Anthony sighed deeply, setting down his glass of wine. “Amber, don’t do this to yourself. If it hasn’t happened by now, maybe it’s not meant to happen.”

Her voice cracked, “But the doctor never said I can’t have children! You’re just assuming.”

He shrugged, “Amber, sometimes things are just out of our hands. You have to accept what God gives… or doesn’t give.”

Amber’s eyes filled with tears, “Why do you say that? You make it sound like I’m broken.”

Anthony stood up and walked toward the window, his tone colder now. “I’m just saying, don’t stress yourself over something that might never happen.”

In that moment, Amber realized something deeper — Anthony didn’t want another baby. Not because he had lost faith, but because he already had one with Shayla.

He feared that if Amber had a child too, there would one day be conflict — between the two children, between their mothers, between inheritances and names. He wanted peace, but in doing so, he broke her heart.

Amber stared at him, her voice trembling with emotion. “So that’s it? You already have your son with Shayla, and now you’re done being a father?”

Anthony turned around sharply. “Don’t twist my words.”

Amber wiped her tears, “I don’t need to. Your silence says enough.”

That night, Amber cried herself to sleep. She prayed not just for a baby, but for strength — strength to survive the emptiness Anthony left in her heart.

The next morning, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were swollen, but her spirit hadn’t died.

She whispered to her reflection, “Maybe I don’t need his faith. Maybe all I need is mine.”

Amber began taking care of her health again, going to checkups, eating better, praying more. She held onto hope — the kind of hope that doesn’t depend on anyone else.

Days turned into weeks. One afternoon, as she sat in her doctor’s office, the doctor smiled gently.

“Amber,” the doctor said, “your body is healthy. There’s no reason you can’t conceive. Sometimes, all it takes is patience and the right moment.”

Tears rolled down Amber’s cheeks. It wasn’t confirmation of pregnancy — but it was confirmation of hope.

When she got home that evening, she found Anthony sitting on the couch. He looked up, half expecting an argument. But Amber just smiled softly.

“You know what, Anthony?” she said calmly. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe God decides when it’s time. But next time He does… I hope it’s when you’re not busy doubting me.”

Anthony stared at her silently. For the first time, he realized he might lose her — not to another man, but to her own strength.

Amber walked to her room and closed the door behind her. She wasn’t defeated anymore. She wasn’t jealous of Shayla anymore. She was simply waiting — for her own miracle, in her own time.

And deep down, she knew — when God was ready, she would become a mother.