At seven months pregnant with twins, my entire world came crashing down.
I was folding tiny onesies, humming softly as I daydreamed about baby names, when my phone buzzed. It was an unknown number. My heart pounded as I opened the message, expecting something routine. Instead, what I saw stole the breath from my lungs.
It was a picture. A picture of my husband, Eric, lying shirtless in a bed that wasn’t ours, smirking at the camera.
Beneath the photo was a message:
“It’s time you knew. He’s mine.”
I gripped the phone so tightly my fingers ached. The sender? Veronica. Eric’s boss. My pulse pounded in my ears, and my stomach twisted painfully. The babies kicked inside me as if sensing my distress. My breath came in short gasps, my hands shaking.
No. This had to be a mistake. A misunderstanding.
I immediately called Eric, but it went straight to voicemail. Again and again, I tried, but my calls went unanswered. Panic and fury warred inside me.
By the time Eric finally walked through the door that evening, my mind was a storm of emotions. I wanted answers. I wanted the truth.
But I wasn’t ready for what came next.
Eric wasn’t alone.
Veronica strolled in beside him, carrying herself with a confidence that made my stomach churn. She was tall, dressed in clothes that screamed wealth, her designer heels clicking against the floor as she made herself at home in my living room.
I stood up slowly, hands clenched into fists. “Eric… what is this?” My voice shook, but I refused to back down.
Eric sighed, rubbing his temples as if this situation was an inconvenience to him. “Lauren, let’s not make this dramatic. It’s simple. I’m in love with Veronica. I’m leaving you.”
I blinked. My mind struggled to process his words. Leaving? Now? When I was about to give birth to his children?
“You… you can’t be serious.” My voice was barely a whisper. “Eric, I’m seven months pregnant with our babies.”
“Life happens,” he said with a shrug, as if this was some minor inconvenience rather than the complete destruction of our family.
Before I could react, Veronica crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips.
“And since this is Eric’s apartment, you’ll need to move out by the end of the week.”
I gasped. “Are you both insane? I have nowhere to go! I’m carrying HIS children!”
Veronica’s smirk deepened. She eyed my swollen belly with a calculating gaze.
“Twins, right?” she mused. “Or is it triplets? You are rather… big. I think I have a solution for you.”
I didn’t like the way she said that. My body stiffened as I waited for her next words.
“I’ll buy you a house, cover all your expenses,” she said casually, inspecting her manicured nails. “But in exchange, I want one of your babies.”
My world tilted.
“What?”
“You heard me.” She waved a hand. “I want a child, but I have no interest in ruining my body. This is a perfect opportunity. You’ll never manage twins on your own, but I can give one of them a life of luxury. Best nannies, best schools…” She turned to Eric and stroked his arm. “And you’ll get a roof over your head. It’s a win-win.”
Eric nodded along like this was a reasonable offer.
I wanted to scream. To slap them both. But then… an idea formed.
I swallowed, forcing my expression to crumple. “I have nowhere else to go,” I whispered, letting fake tears fill my eyes. “Fine. I’ll do it… but I have one condition.”
Veronica smiled like a cat that caught a mouse. “Smart girl. What’s the condition?”
“I get to pick which baby you take.” I sniffled, looking down like I was ashamed. “I need time to decide.”
She exchanged a look with Eric. They thought I was defeated.
“Fine,” she agreed. “But don’t take too long. Once they’re born, we’ll take one.”
I wiped a fake tear. “And one more thing.”
Veronica sighed. “What now?”
“You’ll buy me a house, not rent it,” I said firmly. “I need security. If you don’t agree, I’ll walk away and you’ll never see either of them.”
Veronica hesitated, but finally nodded. “Deal.”
I smiled, looking every bit the broken, helpless woman they thought I was.
But inside? I was grinning. Because they had no idea what was coming.
Veronica bought me a house. A beautiful three-bedroom home. I let her believe I was grateful. I updated her on my pregnancy, let her touch my belly, pretended to agonize over which baby to give up.
And I prepared my final move.
When I went into labor, I texted Veronica but made sure the nurses knew she and Eric were not allowed inside.
Six hours later, I held two perfect baby girls in my arms.
The nurse smiled. “Want me to tell your husband and… friend?”
“Tell them the babies are fine, but I need three days,” I said, staring at my daughters, memorizing their tiny faces.
On the third day, I called Veronica.
She and Eric arrived quickly. Veronica’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “So?” she asked, stepping into my home. “Which one is mine?”
I stood, holding both babies. I took a deep breath.
“Neither.”
Her smile vanished. “Excuse me?”
“I’m not giving you my child, Veronica. Either of them.”
Eric groaned. “Oh, don’t start this dramatic nonsense—”
I cut him off. “You thought you could buy a baby from me? Like I was some desperate fool? Newsflash: I’m not.”
Veronica’s face twisted with fury. “Then I’m kicking you out of this house.”
I smirked. “You can’t. This house is in my name.”
Her face drained of color. “That’s impossible!”
Eric looked just as confused. “We signed the papers together!”
“Yeah. And you signed it all over to me.” I laughed coldly. “You were too busy gloating to notice.”
Veronica lunged for my phone. Her face went from pale to gray as she scrolled through social media.
“Oh, and one more thing,” I added, rocking my baby gently. “I posted everything. Your affair. Your sick baby deal. I tagged your company too.”
Veronica let out a strangled scream. Eric grabbed her phone, his face white as paper. “You— You ruined us!”
“No,” I said calmly. “You ruined yourselves.”
Eric lost his job. Veronica was blacklisted. And me? I rocked my daughters to sleep every night in our beautiful home, knowing one thing for sure.
I didn’t just get revenge.
I won.
