A shocking tale of betrayal, manipulation, and revenge. A pregnant woman receives an outrageous offer—but turns the tables on her husband and his mistress in the most powerful way imaginable.
I was in the final stretch of my pregnancy when my life unraveled.
I was folding tiny baby clothes and daydreaming about names when my phone buzzed.
Seeing it was a message from my husband’s boss, Vivian, my heart skipped. I feared something had happened to Eddie at work. But the truth was far worse.
I opened the message to find a picture of Eddie, shirtless, lying in a strange bed, grinning smugly at the camera.
If I had any doubt about what I was seeing, the caption erased it:
“You deserve to know. He’s mine now.”
My hands went numb. The twins kicked inside me, as if sensing the blow. Eddie was cheating—with his boss.
I called him right away, but it went straight to voicemail. Over and over again, no answer.
I slowly lowered myself onto the couch, holding my belly.
“Easy, babies,” I whispered. “Mama’s got you. No matter what happens, Daddy… Daddy won’t abandon you. He’s hurt me, but he’ll still be your father.”
I had no idea how wrong I was.
That evening, Eddie came home. But he wasn’t alone. Vivian walked in like she owned the place—tall, confident, dressed in clothes worth more than our rent.
“What is this, Eddie?” I asked, standing my ground.
“It’s simple,” he said. “I’m in love with Vivian. I’m leaving you. Let’s be adults about it.”
Every word hit me like a punch to the chest.
“We’re having children in two months!” I gasped.
“Life happens,” he shrugged, like he was canceling dinner, not abandoning his pregnant wife.
Then Vivian stepped in, arms crossed and voice cold:
“And since this is Eddie’s place, you’ll need to move out by the end of the week.”
“You can’t be serious,” I said. “I’m carrying his children!”
She studied my belly. “Twins, right? Or triplets? You’re… quite swollen.” Then, with a smirk, she added, “I might have a solution.”
What came next chilled me.
“I’ll buy you a house. I’ll pay all your expenses. But in exchange, I want one of the babies.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“I want a child, but I’m not ruining my body for it,” she said, motioning toward my belly. “You won’t manage twins on your own anyway. So let’s help each other.”
She spoke like it was a business deal—not a baby’s life.
“I’ll raise the child like my own. With nannies, private school… luxury,” she purred, caressing Eddie’s chest.
“And you’ll have a roof over your head. Win-win.”
Eddie nodded along like this was normal.
I felt trapped. I had no close family, no one to turn to.
But in that moment, a plan started to form.
“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” I said, letting tears fall. “Fine. I’ll do it. But I have one condition.”
Vivian smirked. “Smart girl. What’s the catch?”
“I want to choose which baby you get. Just give me time after they’re born—to see who’ll be better off with you.”
Vivian and Eddie shared a glance. They thought I was beaten.
“Fine,” she said. “Just don’t take too long. We’ll take whichever one you don’t want.”
I nodded. “One more thing.”
Vivian rolled her eyes. “What now?”
“You’ll buy the house—in my name. Not rent. I need security. Otherwise, the deal is off.”
Eddie scoffed, but Vivian, too eager to seal the deal, agreed.
And that’s when the real game began.
Vivian bought a three-bedroom house in a quiet suburb. Neither of them even saw it until the day we signed the papers—under my name.
I kept up the charade. Updates about appointments. Letting her feel the kicks. Pretending to stress about which baby I’d keep.
All to buy time—and prepare my final move.
I went into labor on a Tuesday night. I texted Vivian, but made sure the hospital knew they were not to enter the delivery room.
Six hours later, I gave birth to two perfect little girls. Lily and Emma.
I held them close, memorizing every detail—their cries, their tiny fingers wrapped around mine.
And I finalized the plan.
On the third day, I called Vivian. “I’m ready.”
She and Eddie arrived within the hour. Vivian was buzzing with anticipation.
“So,” she said eagerly. “Which one is mine?”
I stood, holding a baby in each arm.
“Neither.”
Her face froze. “Excuse me?”
“I’m not giving you my child, Vivian. Either of them.”
Eddie groaned. “Don’t start this drama—”
“You tried to buy my baby like she was a piece of furniture. Well, surprise: I’m not the desperate fool you thought I was.”
Vivian’s face twisted. “Then I’ll kick you out!”
I smiled.
“You can’t. The house is in my name. You both signed it over without even looking.”
Vivian stumbled backward.
“No. That’s impossible—Eddie?!”
Eddie was pale. “We signed… together—”
“Yes,” I said. “And both of you were so busy gloating, you didn’t realize what you were signing. I own everything.”
Vivian lunged for my phone on the table.
“Oh, and one more thing,” I added casually. “Check social media. I shared everything last night. The texts. The photo. Your sick offer. I tagged your company, Vivian. Your investors. Even the charity boards you sit on.”
She picked up the phone and scrolled.
Her face went from pale to gray.
Vivian screamed. Eddie’s hands were shaking.
“You ruined us!” he yelled.
“No,” I said calmly. “You ruined yourselves.”
Eddie lost his job. Turns out, attempting to buy your own child isn’t good for corporate image. Vivian’s scandal made headlines. She was fired, blacklisted, and shunned from every board and network she belonged to.
And me?
I rock my daughters to sleep every night in our beautiful home.
Not only did I get revenge—
I won.