My Husband Demanded Me to Deliver Only a Boy, Otherwise He’d Lose All His Money

My husband demanded that I deliver a boy, otherwise he’d leave me.

When I found out I was pregnant after years of trying, I was over the moon with happiness. My husband, Paul, was also incredibly happy and treated me like a princess. He catered to my every need, making sure I was comfortable and well taken care of. It felt like a dream come true, a fairy tale.

But my fairy tale world began to crumble when it came to the gender of the baby. One evening, as we were having dinner, Paul’s demeanor shifted. With a serious look on his face, he said, “Claire, we need to talk about the baby.”
I looked up from my plate, concerned. “What about the baby?”

“I want a son,” he said bluntly. “That’s why I married you.”

I blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean, Paul?”

“I mean exactly what I said,” he replied. “I have no interest in having a daughter. If you don’t give me a son, I’ll leave you.”

My heart sank. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All these years, I thought he loved me for who I was, not for the potential gender of our child. “Paul, you can’t be serious. We can’t control the baby’s gender.”

“Well, I don’t hate you, Claire,” he continued, “but the reason I married you was because I believed you could give me a son. I need an heir, someone to carry on the family name and legacy.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. “Paul, a child is a blessing, regardless of whether it’s a boy or a girl. How can you be so heartless?”

He stood up, his face hard. “It’s simple, Claire. You give me a son, or we’re done. I don’t want to discuss this any further.”

For the next few months, the joy of my pregnancy was overshadowed by Paul’s cruel ultimatum. Every doctor’s appointment, every ultrasound filled me with dread rather than excitement. When the day of the gender reveal arrived, I was a bundle of nerves. Paul insisted on a private moment between us before sharing the news with anyone else.

As the doctor announced, “It’s a girl,” I saw the light drain from Paul’s eyes. He turned to me, his face a mask of cold anger. “You’ve failed me,” he said, and walked out of the room without another word.

In the following days, Paul became increasingly distant. He moved out of our bedroom, stopped talking to me, and spent most of his time away from home. I felt like a prisoner in my own house, carrying the weight of his disappointment and my own heartache.

One evening, I received a call from Paul’s mother, Linda. She was a kind woman, always supportive and loving. She had noticed Paul’s behavior and wanted to check on me.

“Claire, dear, what’s going on with Paul?” she asked gently.

I broke down, telling her everything. Linda was shocked and furious. “I can’t believe he would say such things! A child is a blessing, regardless of gender. He needs to learn that.”

Linda invited me to stay with her for a while. I hesitated but realized I needed the support. When I arrived at her house, she hugged me tightly. “We’ll get through this, Claire. Together.”

Paul showed up a few days later, demanding to see me. “Claire, we need to talk.”

I agreed, but only if Linda was present. Paul looked uncomfortable but agreed. He sat down, looking more serious than I’d ever seen him.

“Claire, I’ve thought a lot about what I said,” he began. “I realize now how wrong I was. I let my family’s outdated beliefs cloud my judgment. I don’t want to lose you or our daughter.”

Linda nodded approvingly. “Paul, you need to understand that love and family are about more than carrying on a name. You have a beautiful wife and soon a beautiful daughter. Don’t throw that away.”
Paul’s eyes filled with tears. “Claire, can you ever forgive me?”

I took a deep breath, my heart aching from all the pain he had caused. “Paul, it will take time for me to heal from this. But for the sake of our daughter, I’m willing to try. But you have to prove to me that you truly understand what you did wrong.”

Paul nodded, tears streaming down his face. “I promise, Claire. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

With Linda’s support, we began to rebuild our relationship. It wasn’t easy, but Paul’s genuine effort to change and his growing excitement about our daughter helped. When our beautiful baby girl, Emma, was born, Paul held her with tears in his eyes, realizing how precious she was.

In the end, our family grew stronger, and Paul learned the invaluable lesson that love and family go far beyond any outdated notions of gender.

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