I was seven months pregnant with twins when everything crashed. My husband’s boss sent me a picture of him in her bed. A few hours later, they dropped a bomb — he was leaving me for her, and she offered me a place to live if I gave her one of my babies. But I had my own plan they didn’t see coming.
I was really far along in my pregnancy when my world broke apart.
I was folding little baby clothes and thinking about names when my phone went off.
When I was seven months pregnant with twins, everything in my life fell apart.
My husband’s boss sent me a photo of him lying in her bed. Just a few hours later, they gave me the worst news — he was leaving me for her. Then she said she would give me a house if I gave her one of my babies.
But they had no idea that I had my own plan.
I was very pregnant and getting everything ready for the babies. I was folding tiny clothes and thinking about baby names when my phone suddenly buzzed.
My hands felt cold. The babies moved inside me, like they could feel that something was wrong. Eric was having an affair with his boss.
I tried calling him right away, but it went straight to voicemail. I called again and again, but he didn’t answer.
By then, it felt like the twins were bouncing on my bladder. I carefully sat down on the couch and rested my hand on my belly.
“Easy, babies,” I muttered. “Mama will take care of you, always. And no matter what happens now, I know Daddy… Eric won’t abandon you, even if he’s betrayed me.”
I could never have imagined how wrong I was.
When Eric arrived home from work that evening, he wasn’t alone.
Veronica waltzed in like she owned the place. Tall, confident, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than our rent. The type of woman who commanded attention just by breathing.
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?”
His words hit me hard, like punches, each one landing where it hurt the most.
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “We’re having babies in two months.”
“Life happens,” he said, shrugging. A shrug! Like he was talking about changing dinner plans, not leaving his pregnant wife.
Then Veronica crossed her arms, her fancy nails tapping on her designer jacket.
“And since this is Eric’s apartment, you’ll need to move out by the end of the week.”
I was furious. “Are you both crazy? I have nowhere to go! I’m carrying his kids!”
“Twins, right?” She looked at my belly with a cold, calculating stare. “Or is it triplets? You’re looking pretty big. I think I have a solution for you.”
She smiled, but it seemed fake. “I’ll rent you a house and pay for everything, but I want one of your babies.”
I was shocked. “What?!”
“I want to have a baby, but there’s no way I’m doing that to my body.” She waved her hand at my belly. “You won’t be able to raise twins on your own, so this is a win-win.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She sounded like she was talking about adopting a dog!
“I’ll raise the child as my own. They’ll have the best care, the best schools…” she ran her hand across Eric’s chest, and he leaned into it. “And you’ll have a roof over your head. It’s a fair deal.”
Eric nodded like the idea of trading one of our babies was perfectly normal.
I was in shock. How dare they treat my children like bargaining tools? I wanted to throw them both out, but I had no one to turn to—no family, no close friends.
Then, a plan started forming in my mind.
“I have nowhere else to go,” I whispered, trying to force tears into my eyes. “I’ll agree to your deal, but I have one condition.”
Veronica smirked. “What’s your condition?”
“I want to choose which baby you get.” I sniffled, looking down like I was ashamed. “Just give me some time with them so I can decide which one will have a better life with you.”
She exchanged a look with Eric. They…
She glanced at Eric. They both thought they had won—I could see it in their eyes.
“Alright,” she said. “But don’t take too long. Once the babies are born, we’ll take the one you don’t choose.”
I nodded and wiped away a fake tear. “And… one more thing.”
Veronica let out an annoyed sigh. “What now?”
“You’re going to buy me a house—not just rent one,” I said firmly. “I need something permanent. If you don’t agree, I’ll leave, and you’ll never see either baby again.”
Eric scoffed, but Veronica stopped him with a raised hand.
“You’re bold, but fine,” she said. “It’ll save me the time and hassle of finding another way. Just make sure you keep your promise.”
I nodded, acting like the weak, desperate woman they thought I was.
But inside? I was smiling—because they had no idea what I was really planning.
The next few months were all about being patient.
Veronica bought me a three-bedroom house in a quiet area. She and Eric didn’t even bother to see it or meet the agent until the day we signed the papers.
As we left the realtor’s office, I quietly sighed in relief. Step one of my plan was done, and they still had no idea.
I kept them updated about doctor visits, and whenever Veronica came by, I let her touch my belly while she talked sweetly about “her” baby. I told her I was struggling to decide which baby to give up.
But really, I was just buying time—getting everything ready for the final part of my plan.
I went into labor on a Tuesday night. I texted Veronica on my way to 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 arguing outside, but the contractions were too strong for me to focus on what they were saying.
Six hours later, my babies were born—two beautiful girls with dark hair and strong lungs.
The nurse smiled at me. “Do you want me to tell your—”
“Just give me a couple of days,” I said, holding my daughters close.
The nurse looked a little confused but nodded.
I named them Lily and Emma. I memorized everything—their faces, their little cries, the way their tiny hands wrapped around my fingers.
And I finished planning what I had to do.
I brought the babies home on the second day. On the third day, I called Veronica.
“I’m ready to talk.”
She and Eric showed up within an hour. Veronica looked thrilled, and Eric just followed along quietly.
“So,” she said eagerly as she walked into my house, “which one is mine?”
I took a deep breath, holding one baby in each arm. “Neither.”
Her smile disappeared. “What did you say?”
I stood up slowly. My body still hurt, but my voice was steady.
“I’m not giving you either of my babies, Veronica.”
Eric groaned. “Oh come on, don’t be dramatic.”
“You two really thought you could buy a baby from me? Like I was some fool who’d fall for it? Well, guess what—I’m not.”
Veronica’s face twisted with anger. “Then I’m kicking you out of this house! You can go live on the street for all I care!”
I smiled. “You can’t do that. The house is under my name.”
Veronica’s face went pale. “What? That’s not possible! Eric, say something!”
Eric looked just as shocked. “But… we all signed the papers together!”
“Yeah. And you both signed everything over to me. You were too busy bragging to notice. My name is the only one on the deed.”
Veronica stepped back like I’d slapped her.
“You sneaky little—”
“Oh, and one more thing,” I said, gently rocking Lily as she started to fuss. “I told some people about how Eric cheated on his pregnant wife, and how you two tried to buy a baby from me.”
I nodded toward my phone on the coffee table.
“Go ahead, check social media. I posted it all last night—the messages, the photos, the whole sick deal. I even tagged your company, Veronica, and your investors. Plus those charity boards you’re on.”
Veronica lunged for my phone. Her face turned from pale to gray as she scrolled.
“Looks like people are really interested in what you did.”
She let out a scream—pure anger and panic.
Eric grabbed the phone from her, his face as white as a sheet. “You… you ruined us!”
“No. You did that to yourselves.”
Eric lost his job—his company didn’t want anything to do with someone trying to sell his kid. Veronica wasn’t just fired—she made headlines for all the wrong reasons, and everyone in her social and business circles cut her off.
And me? I rocked my daughters to sleep in our beautiful new home, knowing I didn’t just get revenge—
I won.
