On My Twelfth Failed IVF, My Best Friend's Daughter Called My Husband Daddy

Synopsis

On the day my twelfth IVF failed, I saw my best friend's daughter run into my husband's arms at the hospital and call him "Daddy." Just minutes earlier, Nathan had texted me saying he was out of town with a client. Seven years of marriage. Twelve rounds of IVF. I had always believed the only thing we had failed to have was a child. Until that moment, I realized-maybe I had been the only one kept in the dark all along.