At seven months pregnant, my husband’s boss sent me a photo of Eric in his bed. A few hours later, they announced the ultimate betrayal: he had left me for her, and she wanted one of my babies in exchange for a place to live. Little did they know what I had planned.
I was heavily pregnant with twin girls when my life fell apart.
I was folding tiny onesies, daydreaming about baby names, when my phone rang.
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My heart pounded when I saw it was a message from Veronica, my husband’s boss. 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 in a strange bed, shirtless. He was smiling at the camera.
If there had been any doubt in my mind about what this meant, the caption made it perfectly clear: “It’s time you knew. He’s mine.”
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My hands grew cold. The babies kicked inside me, almost sensing my distress. Eric was cheating on me with his boss.
I immediately called Eric, but it went straight to voicemail. I kept trying, but none of my calls went through.
At this point, it felt like the twins were taking turns treating my bladder like a trampoline. I slowly lowered myself onto the couch and placed a hand on my stomach.
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“Easy, babies,” I mumbled. “Mom will always take care of you. And no matter what happens now, I know Dad… Eric won’t abandon you, even though he betrayed me.”
I never could have imagined how wrong I was.
When Eric arrived home after work that evening, he wasn’t alone.
Veronica walked in like she owned the place. Tall, confident, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than our rent. She was the kind of woman who commands attention just by breathing.
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“Eric… what is it?” I stood in the living room, staring at them both, 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 act like adults 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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“You’re not serious,” I whispered. “We’re having babies in two months.”
“That’s life,” he said with a shrug. A shrug! As if he were discussing 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 by the end of the week.”
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I saw red. “Are you both crazy? I have nowhere to go! I’m carrying HIS children!”
“Twins, right?” She tilted her head, studying my stomach with the utmost seriousness. “Or are they triplets? You’re rather… bloated. I think I can offer you a solution.”
His lips curved into what I assumed was a smile. “I’ll rent you a house and cover all your expenses, but I want one of your daughters.”
My blood ran cold. “What?!”
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“I’d love to have a baby, but there’s no way I’m doing that to my body.” She twirled a finger at my stomach. “You’ll never be able to raise twins on your own, so it’s a win-win situation.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This woman sounded like she was talking about adopting a puppy!
“I’ll raise the child as my own. They’ll have the best nannies, go to the best schools…” She stroked Eric’s chest, and he leaned into her. “And you’ll have a roof over your head. It’s a fair deal.”
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Eric nodded as she spoke, as if trading one of our babies was reasonable.
I couldn’t breathe. How dare they try to turn my babies into bargaining chips? I wanted to throw them both out, but they had me cornered. I had no family or close friends to turn to.
But then a plan formed in my mind.
“I have nowhere to go,” I whispered, forcing tears from my eyes. “I agree to your deal, but I have one condition.”
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Veronica smiled. “Wise decision. What’s the condition?”
“I want to choose which baby you have.” I sniffed, looking down as if ashamed. “Just give me some time with them to decide which one will have a better life with you.”
She exchanged a look with Eric. They thought I was defeated—I could see it in their eyes.
“Very well,” she agreed. “But don’t take too long. Once they’re born, we’ll take the one you don’t want.”
I nodded, wiping away a fake tear. “And… one more thing.”
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Veronica let out a dramatic sigh. “What now?”
“You’ll buy me a house, not rent it,” I said firmly. “I need security. If you don’t agree, I’ll leave, and you’ll never see either of you.”
Eric scoffed, but Veronica raised her hand.
“You’re being persistent, but I agree,” she said. “It saves me the trouble and delay of finding another solution. But you better keep your end of the bargain.”
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I nodded, looking every bit the broken, helpless woman they thought I was.
But inside? I smiled, 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 visit it or meet with the agent until the day we signed the papers.
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I breathed a sigh of relief when we left the real estate agent’s office that day. The first step was over, and they still didn’t know anything.
I kept them informed about doctor’s appointments and let Veronica touch my belly when she visited, cooing about “her” baby. I told her I was undecided about which baby to keep.
It was a game to buy time while I prepared the finishing blow.
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Labor started on a Tuesday evening. 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.
At one point I heard them complaining outside, but the contractions were strong and fast and I didn’t understand what they were saying.
Six hours later, my babies arrived. Two perfect girls with streaks of black hair and fully functioning lungs.
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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, holding my daughters.
The nurse looked confused but nodded.
I named the girls Lily and Emma. I memorized their faces, their cries, and the feel of their little fingers clenched around mine.
And I finalized my plan.
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I brought the babies home on the second day. On the third day, I called Veronica.
“I’m ready to talk.”
She and Eric arrived within the hour. Veronica was practically vibrating with excitement, Eric trailing behind her like a shadow.
“So,” she cooed as she entered my house. “Which one is mine?”
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I took a deep breath, holding a baby in each arm. “Neither.”
Her smile froze. “Excuse me?”
I stood up slowly. My body ached, but my voice was strong.
“I won’t give you my child, Veronica. Neither one.”
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Eric groaned. “Oh, don’t start this dramatic nonsense…”
“You two thought you could buy me a baby? Like I was some desperate idiot? Well, news flash: I’m not.”
“Then I’m kicking you out of this house,” Veronica snarled. “You can live on the streets for all I care!”
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I smiled. “You have no right to do that. This house is in my name.”
Veronica’s face drained of color. “What? No, that’s impossible! Eric, tell him!”
Eric looked equally confused. “We signed the papers together!”
“Yes. And you both signed to hand it over to me completely. You were too busy gloating to notice. My name is the only one on the deed.”
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Veronica stumbled back as if I had slapped her.
“You little conniving woman…”
“Oh, and one last thing,” I added, gently rocking a fussing Lily. “I went ahead and told a few people how Eric cheated on his pregnant wife, and how he and his mistress tried to buy his child.”
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I nod towards my phone on the coffee table.
“Don’t hesitate to check social media. I posted everything last night. The messages. The photos. Your sick baby story. It’s all there. I also tagged your company, Veronica, and your investors. Even the charity committees you participate in.”
Veronica lunged at my phone. Her face went from pale to gray as she scrolled through the pages.
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“As you can see, they find your behavior very interesting.”
Veronica screamed, a sound of pure rage and despair.
Eric took the phone from her, his face white as paper. “You… You ruined us!”
“No. You ruined yourselves.”
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Eric lost his job. Trying to sell his child 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 blackballed her.
And me? I rocked my daughters to sleep every night in our beautiful home, content in the knowledge that I hadn’t just gotten my revenge.
I also won.
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