At seven months pregnant with twins, my husband’s boss sent me a photo — Eric, lying in her bed. Hours later, they delivered the ultimate betrayal. He was leaving me for her, and she had a shocking demand — one of my babies in exchange for a place to stay. But they had no idea what I had in store.
I was heavily pregnant with twins when my world shattered.
Folding tiny onesies, lost in thoughts of baby names, my phone suddenly buzzed.
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My heart pounded when I saw the message was from my husband’s boss, Veronica. At first, I feared something had happened to Eric at work—but the reality was far worse.
I tapped to open it, bracing for bad news, only to be met with a photo of Eric sprawled across an unfamiliar bed, shirtless. Smirking at the camera.
If I had any lingering doubts about what I was seeing, the caption erased them completely: “It’s time you knew. He’s mine.”
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A chill ran through me. My hands turned ice-cold as the babies stirred inside me, their tiny kicks almost mirroring my shock. Eric was having an affair—with his boss.
Without hesitation, I dialed his number, but it went straight to voicemail. I redialed again and again, but every call failed to connect.
Meanwhile, the twins seemed to be using my bladder as their personal trampoline. Moving carefully, I eased myself onto the couch, one hand instinctively resting on my belly.
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“Easy, babies,” I whispered. “Mama’s got you, always. And no matter what happens now, I know Daddy… Eric won’t turn his back on you, even if he’s betrayed me.”
I had no idea just how wrong I was.
That evening, when Eric came home from work, he wasn’t alone.
Veronica strolled in like she owned the place—tall, self-assured, wrapped in designer clothes that likely cost more than our rent. The kind of woman who demanded attention with nothing more than a breath.
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“Eric… what is this?” I stood frozen in the living room, locking eyes with both of them, forcing myself to appear strong—even though I felt anything but.
Eric let out a heavy sigh. “It’s not complicated, Lauren. I love Veronica, and I’m leaving you. Let’s handle this like adults—no drama, okay?”
His words struck like sharp daggers, each syllable finding the exact place to wound me the most.
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“You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “Our babies are due in two months.”
“Life happens,” he said with a shrug. A shrug! As if he were talking about switching dinner plans—not walking away from his pregnant wife.
Veronica folded her arms, her manicured nails tapping rhythmically against her expensive blazer.
“And since this is Eric’s apartment,” she said smoothly, “you’ll need to be out by the end of the week.”
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“Twins, right?” She tilted her head, eyes sweeping over my belly with unsettling scrutiny. “Or could it be triplets? You are looking quite… large. I might have a proposition for you.”
Her lips curled into something that barely passed as a smile. “I’ll rent you a house, cover all your expenses—but in exchange, I want one of your babies.”
A chill shot down my spine. “Excuse me?! What?!”
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“I’d love to have a baby, but there’s no way I’m putting my body through that.” She twirled a finger toward my belly. “You’ll never handle twins on your own, so really, this works out for both of us.”
I was stunned. She spoke like she was bargaining over a pet, not a child.
“I’ll raise the baby as mine. The best nannies, the best schools…” She ran a hand down Eric’s chest, and he leaned into her touch. “And in return, you get a place to live. It’s a fair trade.”
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Eric nodded along as if trading away one of our babies was a perfectly logical arrangement.
My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. How could they even think of treating my children like bargaining chips? I wanted to throw them both out, but I was trapped. With no family or close friends to rely on, I had nowhere to turn.
Then, an idea took shape in my mind.
Tears welled in my eyes as I whispered, “I have nowhere else to go. I’ll accept your offer—but only on one condition.”
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Veronica smirked. “Smart girl. What’s the catch?”
“I want to choose which baby you take.” I sniffled, lowering my gaze as if embarrassed. “Just let me have some time with them first—to decide which one would have a better life with you.”
She exchanged a glance with Eric. They thought they’d won—I could see it in their eyes.
“Fine,” she said. “But don’t take too long. Once they’re born, we’ll take the one you don’t want.”
I nodded, dabbing away a fake tear. “And… one more thing.”
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Veronica let out an exaggerated sigh. “Now what?”
“You’re going to buy me a house, not just rent one,” I stated firmly. “I need stability. If you don’t agree, I’ll disappear, and you’ll never see either baby.”
Eric scoffed, but Veronica silenced him with a raised hand.
“You drive a hard bargain, but fine,” she said. “This actually saves me the hassle of looking for another solution. Just make sure you stick to your end of the deal.”
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I nodded, playing the part of the broken, helpless woman they believed me to be.
But inside? I was smiling. Because they had no clue what was coming.
The next few months became a test of patience.
Veronica purchased a three-bedroom house for me in a quiet neighborhood. She and Eric never even toured it or met the agent—until the day we signed the papers.
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As we walked out of the realtor’s office that day, I exhaled in quiet relief. Step one was done—and they still had no idea what was coming.
I kept them in the loop about doctor’s appointments and even let Veronica place a hand on my belly when she visited, gushing over “her” baby. I played my part well, pretending to agonize over which child I would keep.
But in reality, it was all a stalling tactic while I set the stage for my final move.
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I went into labor on a Tuesday night. I texted Veronica before heading to the hospital but made sure the nurses knew neither she nor Eric was allowed in the delivery room.
At one point, I heard them arguing outside, but with contractions hitting hard and fast, their words blurred into the background.
Six hours later, my babies arrived—two perfect girls with wisps of dark hair and lungs that proved they were strong.
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The nurse smiled warmly. “Would you like me to update your husband and… your friend?”
“Just tell them the babies are healthy, but I need three days,” I said, cradling my daughters close.
She gave me a puzzled look but nodded.
I named them Lily and Emma. I committed every detail to memory—their delicate faces, their soft cries, the way their tiny fingers curled around mine.
And with that, I put the final piece of my plan into place.
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I brought my babies home on the second day. By the third, I picked up the phone and called Veronica.
“I’m ready to talk.”
She and Eric arrived within the hour. Veronica practically buzzed with excitement, while Eric followed behind like an afterthought.
Stepping into my home, she flashed a saccharine smile. “So,” she purred, eyes gleaming. “Which one is mine?”
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I took a steady breath, cradling a baby in each arm. “Neither.”
Her smile faltered. “Excuse me?”
Slowly, I stood. My body ached, but my voice was unwavering.
“I’m not giving you my child, Veronica. Not one. Not ever.”
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Eric groaned. “Oh, here we go with the dramatics—”
“You really thought you could buy a baby from me? That I was some clueless, desperate fool? Newsflash: I’m not.”
Veronica’s expression twisted with anger. “Then get out of my house,” she snapped. “For all I care, you can rot on the streets!”
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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 her!”
Eric looked just as stunned. “We signed the papers together!”
“Yeah. And you both signed it over to me completely. Too busy gloating to notice. My name’s the only one on the deed.”
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Veronica recoiled as if I had physically struck her.
“You conniving little—”
“Oh, and one more thing,” I interjected, gently rocking Lily as she whimpered. “I made sure to spread the word about how Eric cheated on his pregnant wife—and how you two tried to buy his own child.”
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I nodded toward my phone on the coffee table.
“Go ahead, check social media. I posted everything last night—the messages, the pictures, your twisted baby deal. It’s all there. Oh, and I tagged your company, Veronica. Your investors. Even those charity boards you love so much.”
Veronica lunged for my phone, her face shifting from pale to ashen as she scrolled.
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“As you can imagine, people find your actions… quite fascinating.”
Veronica let out a furious, ear-piercing scream—pure desperation and rage woven into one.
Eric snatched the phone from her grasp, his face drained of color. “You—you destroyed us!”
I met his panicked gaze, my voice steady. “No. You did that all on your own.”
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Eric lost his job. Turns out, trying to sell your own child didn’t align with his company’s “family values” image. Veronica wasn’t just fired—she made front-page news for all the wrong reasons, shunned by both her social and business circles.
And me? I rocked my girls to sleep each night in our beautiful home, satisfied with the truth.
I didn’t just get revenge.
I won.
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