I was seven months pregnant with twins when my world shattered.
I was sitting on the couch, folding tiny onesies, imagining what my babies would look like, when my phone buzzed. My heart did a little flip when I saw the message was from my husband’s boss, Veronica. I assumed it was about Eric—maybe an emergency at work.
But what I saw next made my blood run cold.
A picture of Eric, lying in a strange bed, shirtless, smirking at the camera.
Before I could process the shock, I noticed the caption: “It’s time you knew. He’s mine.”
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My hands went ice-cold. Inside me, my babies kicked, as if they could sense my distress. Eric had been cheating on me with his boss.
I called him immediately. No answer. Again. Straight to voicemail. Again.
I sat down, one hand on my belly. “It’s okay, babies,” I whispered. “Mama’s got you. I promise. No matter what happens.”
I could never have imagined how much worse it would get.
That evening, Eric came home—but he wasn’t alone.
Veronica strolled in like she owned the place, draped in designer clothes, her heels clicking against the floor. She had this air of superiority, like she was the queen and I was just some lowly servant.
“Eric,” I said, my voice shaking. “What is this?”
Eric sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s simple, Lauren. I’m in love with Veronica. I’m leaving you. Let’s be adults about this, okay?”
I stared at him, my mouth dry. “You can’t be serious. I’m about to have your children.”
“Life happens,” he said with a casual shrug. A SHRUG. Like he was talking about canceling dinner plans, not walking out on his pregnant wife.
Then Veronica spoke, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. “And since this is Eric’s apartment, you’ll need to move out by the end of the week.”
I blinked. “Are you insane? I have nowhere to go! I’m carrying HIS babies!”
She tilted her head, eyeing my swollen belly like a merchant inspecting goods. “Twins, right? Or triplets? You are rather… large.”
My fists clenched. “What’s your point?”
A slow, calculated smile spread across her face. “I have a proposition for you. I’ll buy you a house, cover all your expenses—but I want one of the babies.”
I gasped. “You WHAT?!”
Veronica waved a hand dismissively. “I don’t want to ruin my body with pregnancy, but I’d love a baby. And let’s be honest—you’ll struggle to raise two alone. This is a win-win.”
Eric nodded along, as if this was the most reasonable thing in the world.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. They were treating my babies like bargaining chips.
I wanted to scream, to throw them both out, but I had nowhere to go. No family. No savings. They had me cornered.
But then, an idea formed in my mind.
I let my shoulders slump. Forced my voice to tremble. “I… I have no choice, do I?” I sniffled. “Fine. But I want to pick which baby you get. I need time.”
Veronica smirked, clearly thinking I was beaten. “Smart girl. But don’t take too long. Once they’re born, you hand over one.”
I nodded, wiping away fake tears. “And… one more thing.”
Veronica sighed dramatically. “What now?”
“You’ll buy me a house. Not rent it. I need security. If you don’t agree, I’ll walk, and you’ll never see either baby.”
Eric scoffed, but Veronica held up a hand. “Fine. It saves me the trouble of finding another surrogate. But you better hold up your end.”
I nodded, pretending to be broken.
Inside? I was grinning.
The next few months were a game of patience. Veronica bought me a house—a beautiful three-bedroom in a quiet neighborhood. She never bothered to check the details. She and Eric just signed the papers, not even realizing everything was in MY name.
I played the part of the desperate mother. Let Veronica visit, let her touch my belly, let her believe I was struggling to choose between my babies.
Then the time came.
I went into labor on a Tuesday night. Before heading to the hospital, I texted Veronica. But once I got there, I told the nurses that under no circumstances were she or Eric allowed in the delivery room.
Hours later, I held my two perfect baby girls in my arms. Lily and Emma. My heart swelled just looking at them.
On the third day, I called Veronica.
“I’m ready to talk.”
She arrived within the hour, Eric trailing behind. She walked into my home with a triumphant smile.
“So,” she cooed. “Which one is mine?”
I took a deep breath. “Neither.”
Her smile vanished. “Excuse me?”
I stood up, my body aching, but my voice steady. “I’m not giving you my child.”
Eric groaned. “Oh, don’t start this—”
“You thought you could buy my baby? Like I was some desperate idiot? Newsflash: I’m not.”
Veronica’s face twisted in fury. “Then I’m kicking you out! You’ll live on the streets!”
I smirked. “You can’t. The house is in my name.”
Her eyes widened. “What? No! We signed the papers together!”
Eric turned to me, confused. “You tricked us?”
I shrugged. “You were too busy gloating to read the fine print.”
Veronica’s face turned red. “You conniving little—”
“Oh, and one more thing,” I said, rocking Lily as she stirred. “I told a few people about how you both tried to buy my baby. Check social media. It’s all there. The messages. The pictures. The deal. Even your company was tagged, Veronica. So were your investors.”
Veronica lunged for my phone. Her face went from red to gray as she scrolled.
“Oh, and Eric,” I added sweetly. “Your company didn’t like the scandal. You’re fired.”
Eric went pale. “No. No, no, no—”
Veronica shrieked, pure rage spilling out of her. “YOU RUINED US!”
I smiled. “No. You ruined yourselves.”
Eric lost his job. Veronica got blacklisted. Their so-called perfect life crumbled overnight.
And me? I rocked my girls to sleep in my beautiful home, knowing I hadn’t just gotten revenge.
I won.
