Seven months pregnant with twins, my husband’s boss sent me a picture of Eric in bed. Hours later, I received the ultimate betrayal: he was leaving me for her, and she wanted one of my babies in exchange for lodging. Little did they know what I had planned.
I was pregnant with twins when my life fell apart.
I was folding tiny bodysuits, daydreaming about baby names, when my phone rang.
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Folded baby clothes | Source: Pexels
My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was a message from my husband’s boss, Veronica. I immediately assumed something bad had happened to Eric at work, but the truth was much worse.
I opened the message, expecting news of an accident, but instead found a photo of Eric, lying on a strange bed, shirtless. Smiling at the camera.
If I had any doubt about what it meant, the caption made it perfectly clear: “It’s time you knew. It’s mine.”
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A woman in shock | Source: Midjourney
My hands went cold. The babies inside me were kicking, almost sensing my anguish. Eric was cheating on me with his boss.
I called Eric immediately, but it went straight to voicemail. I kept trying, but none of my calls went through.
By then, it felt like the twins were taking turns treating my bladder like a trampoline. I slowly lowered myself to the sofa and placed a hand on my stomach.
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A woman touching her pregnant belly | Source: Pexels
“Don’t worry, babies,” I murmured. “Mommy will always take care of you. And whatever happens now, I know Daddy… Eric won’t abandon you, even though he betrayed me.”
I never would have imagined how wrong I was.
When Eric arrived home from work that afternoon, he was not alone.
Veronica walked in like she owned the place. Tall, self-assured, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than our rent. The kind of woman who commanded attention just by breathing.
A man and a woman in an apartment | Source: Midjourney
A man and a woman in an apartment | Source: Midjourney
“Eric… what is this?” I stood in the living room, staring at them, trying to be strong even though I didn’t feel like it.
Eric sighed. “It’s simple, Lauren. I’m in love with Veronica, so I’m leaving you. Let’s be adults about this and not make a scene, okay?”
The words hit me like physical blows. Each one landed precisely where it hurt the most.
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A woman is left speechless in shock | Source: Midjourney
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “We’re going to have kids in two months.”
“Life goes on,” he said, shrugging. A shrug! As if he were talking about a change of plans for dinner, not abandoning his pregnant wife.
Then Veronica crossed her arms, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her designer blazer.
“And since this is Eric’s apartment, you’ll have to move out before the end of the week.”
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A conceited woman | Source: Midjourney
I turned red. “Are you crazy? I have nowhere to go! I’m taking THEIR children.”
“Twins, right?” She tilted her head, studying my belly with cold calculation. “Or are they triplets? You’re quite… swollen. I think I can offer you a solution.”
Her lips curved into what I suppose she thought was a smile. “I’ll rent you a house and cover all your expenses, but I want one of your babies.”
My blood ran cold. “What?!”
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A woman staring at someone in disbelief | Source: Midjourney
“I’d like to have a baby, but there’s no way I’m going to do that to my body.” She flicked a finger toward my stomach. “You’ll never be able to raise twins on your own, so this is a win-win situation.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. That woman was talking like she was about adopting a puppy!
“I’ll raise the child as if he were my own. They’ll have the best nannies and attend the best schools…” She stroked Eric’s chest, and he leaned toward her touch. “And you’ll have a roof over your head. It’s a fair deal.”
A woman’s hand on a man’s chest | Source: Midjourney
A woman’s hand on a man’s chest | Source: Midjourney
Eric nodded as she spoke, as if trading for one of our babies was reasonable.
I couldn’t breathe. How dare they use my children as bargaining chips? I wanted to throw them both out, but they had me cornered. I had no family or close friends I could turn to.
But then a plan formed in my mind.
“I have nowhere else to go,” I whispered, forcing tears into my eyes. “I’ll accept your deal, but I have one condition.”
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A deeply concerned woman | Source: Midjourney
Veronica smiled contentedly. “Smart girl. What’s the condition?”
“I want to choose which baby you’ll have.” I snorted, looking down as if embarrassed. “Give me some time with them to decide which one will have a better life with you.”
She exchanged a glance with Eric. They thought she was defeated; she could see it in their eyes.
“Okay,” he agreed. “But don’t take too long. When they’re born, we’ll keep the one you don’t want.”
I nodded, wiping away a fake tear. “And… one more thing.”
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A woman talking to someone | Source: Midjourney
Veronica sighed dramatically. “Now what?”
“They’re going to buy me a house, not rent one,” I said firmly. “I need security. If you don’t agree, I’ll leave and you’ll never see either of us again.”
Eric scoffed, but Veronica raised a hand.
“You’re insistent, but I’ll agree,” she said. “It saves me the trouble and delay of finding an alternative solution. But you’d better keep your end of the bargain.”
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A woman staring at someone | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, looking like the broken and helpless woman they thought I was.
But inside? She was smiling. Because they had no idea what awaited them.
The following months were a game of patience.
Veronica bought me a three-bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood. She and Eric didn’t even see it, nor did they meet the agent until the day we signed the papers.
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A woman signing documents | Source: Pexels
I breathed a sigh of relief when we left the real estate agent’s office that day. The first step had been completed, and they still had no idea.
I updated them on my doctor’s appointments and let Veronica touch my belly when she visited, talking about “her” baby. I told her I was agonizing over which baby to keep.
It was all a game to buy time while he prepared the final blow.
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A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney
I went into labor on a Tuesday night. I texted Veronica when I left for the hospital, but I made sure the nurses knew I didn’t want her or Eric in the delivery room.
I heard them complaining outside at one point, but the contractions were already strong and fast and I couldn’t understand what they were saying.
Six hours later my babies arrived. Two perfect little girls with streaks of dark hair and lungs that worked very well.
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Postpartum check-up of a baby | Source: Pexels
The nurse smiled. “Do you want me to tell your husband and your… friend?”
“Tell them the babies are fine, but I need three days,” I said, hugging my daughters.
The nurse seemed confused, but nodded.
I named the girls Lily and Emma. I memorized their faces, their cries, and the feeling of their tiny fingers intertwined with mine.
And I finalized my plan.
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A woman with a calculating gaze | Source: Midjourney
On the second day, I took the babies home. On the third day, I called Veronica.
“I’m ready to talk.”
She and Eric appeared an hour later. Veronica was practically trembling with excitement, and Eric followed her like a shadow.
“So,” I said affectionately, entering my house. “Which one is mine?”
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A conceited woman in a salon | Source: Midjourney
I took a deep breath, holding a baby in each arm. “None.”
Her smile froze. “What did you say?”
I got up slowly. My body ached, but my voice was strong.
“I’m not giving you my daughter, Veronica. Not either of you.”
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A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
Eric groaned. “Don’t start with that dramatic nonsense…”
“Did they think they could buy me a baby? As if I were some desperate idiot? Well, breaking news: I’m not.”
“Then I’m kicking you out of this house,” Veronica growled. “As far as I’m concerned, you can live on the street.”
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An angry woman yelling at someone | Source: Midjourney
I smiled. “You can’t do that. This house is in my name.”
Veronica’s face went pale. “What? No, that’s impossible! Eric, tell him.”
Eric looked just as confused. “We signed the papers together!”
“Yes. And they both gave it to me completely. They were too busy gloating to notice. My name is the only one that appears in the deed.”
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A confident woman in a salon | Source: Midjourney
Veronica staggered back as if she had been slapped.
“Little conspirator…”
“Oh, and one more thing,” I added, gently rocking Lily as she whimpered. “I went ahead and told some people how Eric cheated on his pregnant wife and how he and his mistress tried to buy their daughter.”
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A woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels
I nodded at the phone that was on the small table.
“Don’t hesitate to check social media. I posted everything last night. The messages. The photos. The bit about your sick baby. It’s all there. I also tagged your company, Veronica, and your investors. Even those charitable boards you’re on.”
Veronica lunged for my phone. Her face went from pale to gray as she moved.
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A woman holding a cell phone | Source: Pexels
“As you can see, they find your behavior very interesting.”
Veronica screamed, a sound of pure rage and despair.
Eric snatched the phone from her, his face as white as a sheet. “You’ve… you’ve ruined us!”
“No. You’ve ruined yourselves.”
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A woman with a baby in her arms talking to someone | Source: Midjourney
Eric lost his job. Trying to sell his daughter didn’t fit well with his company’s “family values” image. Veronica wasn’t just fired: she made headlines for all the wrong reasons, and her social and professional circles ostracized her.
And me? I cradled my daughters to sleep each night in our beautiful house, happy to know that I had not only gotten my revenge.
I won.
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A victorious woman in a baby’s room | Source: Midjourney
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