My Husband's Twin/ Jimmy and Jey Uso

Trouble in Paradise

I can't shake off the thoughts of what transpired with Josh. It's not that I'm developing feelings for him, though. I can't deny that I sensed his concern for my well-being, yet I wasn't taken aback when he made that move and touched my breast. I realize how inappropriate it seems, but honestly, I'm a bit confused! Maybe my hormones are playing tricks on me.

As I was lost in the endless stream of TikTok videos on my phone, Jonathan's voice cut through the quiet, asking if I had any plans for the evening. The mention of our friends, Nicole and Brie—the Bella Twins—who were finally coming to town after a long hiatus since their pregnancies during the pandemic, made me turn to him. "I do," I replied. Jonathan let out a heavy sigh, his disappointment palpable as he faced me. "Every time I get a break from work, I try to make plans without you because it feels like you'd rather hang out with your friends than spend time with your husband," he said, his tone laced with frustration.

Even while cheering for Jon at his matches, I always carved out moments just for him. My friends often set up gatherings, and I don't always take the lead in organizing our outings. I understand his emotions, yet it's tough for me to decline when I never meant to cause him any pain.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted our brewing argument, and we paused, exchanging a knowing glance. When we called out to see who it was, the familiar voices of Roman and his fiancée Amanda reached our ears. As I swung the door open, they enveloped me in warm hugs and affectionate kisses. A wave of nostalgia washed over me, reminding me of the times when Galina and Roman were together, before her untimely death. It was a tragic tale; Galina had once tried to harm both Amanda and Roman, leading Amanda to defend herself in a moment of desperation.

Jonathan welcomed them both with warm hugs. As he placed his hand on Amanda's belly and inquired about the baby's due date, she beamed and replied, "sometime in September." Then, with a playful glint in her eye, she turned the question back to Jonathan, asking when he and I would start a family. He shrugged, responding with a hint of sarcasm, "I have no idea. Nicole and I have tried, but she's not keen on having kids." His tone dripped with irony. I shot him a look filled with disappointment. Just then, Roman approached me in the kitchen, concern etched on his face. "Hey, what's up with you and my cousin? I know it's not my place to pry, but I wanted to say that even though he can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, he doesn't mean any harm. And who knows, maybe one day you two will have a little Uso running around!" He said, giving my shoulder a reassuring rub.

I have never had the desire to become a parent. The topic of children often arises during our disagreements. While I genuinely care for my stepchildren as if they were my own, Jon is eager for us to have a child together. Yet, Jonathan feels unfulfilled by my acceptance of his kids; he longs for a child that we can claim as ours. Despite his wishes, I am not ready to embark on that journey. I'm still young and discovering life, and I don't think that bringing a child into the world at this moment would enhance my sense of peace.

Later that afternoon, Roman and Amanda departed, and the moment they were gone, I stormed into the kitchen to confront Jon. I needed to know why he had spilled our private struggles to Amanda. "What was the point of telling her about my difficulties with conceiving? That's our personal matter, Jon! What happened to keeping things between us?" I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls. "Maybe I shouldn't have been honest when I told you last year to stop taking those birth control pills that led to the loss of our child!" he shot back, his face flushed with anger. Tears welled up in my eyes as Jon, consumed by rage, hurled a glass of wine against the fridge, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

I experienced a miscarriage without even knowing I was expecting. It never crossed my mind that Jon would hold me responsible for it. I hadn't shown any signs of pregnancy until the day I started bleeding heavily in the bathroom and urgently asked him to take me to the hospital. There's a saying that when someone is intoxicated, their true feelings come to light. With my voice trembling and tears threatening to spill, I told him that perhaps it was for the best that we didn't have children to see their father facing DUI charges.