My name is Olivia Bennett. Once, I was Olivia Carter – the wife of a man who measured a woman’s worth by her ability to have children.
I lived in Austin, Texas, married to Jason Carter, a financial analyst whose ambition matched only his arrogance. At first, our marriage seemed perfect: date nights, weekend getaways, long conversations about our future. Jason always dreamed of a big family, and I thought I shared that dream with him.
Then came the struggles. Trying for a baby changed everything. Initially, Jason was patient, but months of negative pregnancy tests shifted his demeanor. Every doctor visit, every hormone treatment, every cycle felt like a failure I had to own. I sat in sterile exam rooms feeling more like a lab subject than a wife.
