My In-Laws Made Me Sleep With a Native Doctor to Conceive – I’ll Never Forget That Night

For three long years after my wedding, I waited for the joy of motherhood. At first, my husband stood by me. He held my hand through each hospital visit and told me not to worry. But that love started to fade the moment his family stepped in.

They began to murmur behind closed doors — saying I had a spiritual problem and that I was the reason their son had no heir. Eventually, they convinced my husband that I needed traditional cleansing.

His mother led me to their village priest, an old man known for his “spiritual fertility powers.” I went, thinking he would offer prayers or herbal medicine. But what he said next shook me to my core.

“If you truly want children, you must lie with me. That’s how the spirits will open your womb.”

I was stunned. I looked at my mother-in-law, hoping she’d object. Instead, she calmly said, “This is our way. It works. Do you want a baby or not?”

Even my husband was in on it. He told me, “Just go through with it, stop overthinking.” That night, I lay in a small, dimly lit guest hut behind the shrine, heartbroken and afraid.

I did what they asked.

Two months later, I discovered I was pregnant. Today, I’m called “Mummy Twins,” and people admire me from afar. But they don’t know what I carry inside — the shame, the confusion, the pain of what I had to trade for motherhood.