I was seven months pregnant with twins when I received a photo from my husband’s boss—Eric lying in another woman’s bed. Just hours later came the most painful betrayal: he would leave me for her, and they even wanted to take one of my babies in exchange for giving me a house. What they didn’t know was what I had planned.

I was busy folding little onesies, thinking of names for our children, when suddenly my phone vibrated.

My heart jumped when I saw it was from Eric’s boss, Veronica. I thought something bad had happened to Eric at work, but the truth was much worse.

I opened the message, and there it was: a photo of Eric, lying shirtless in an unfamiliar bed, grinning arrogantly.

If I had any doubts left, they vanished when I read the caption: “It’s time you knew. He’s mine now.”

My hands went cold. I felt the babies inside me jolt, as if they sensed my pain. Eric was cheating on me—with his own boss.

I called him right away, but it went straight to voicemail. Again and again. Nothing.

I sat down slowly, holding my belly.
“Don’t worry, my little ones,” I whispered. “Mama will protect you. No matter what, you’ll never be abandoned, even if Daddy betrayed us.”

But what came next was even worse.

That night, when Eric came home, he wasn’t alone.

Veronica walked in as if she owned the place—tall, elegant, clearly wealthy.

“Eric… what is this?” I asked, my voice trembling.

He sighed. “It’s simple, Lauren. I love Veronica, and I’m leaving you. I don’t want any drama.”

Each word was like a punch to my chest.
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “The babies are due in just two months.”

“That’s life,” he said coldly.

Veronica crossed her arms. “And since this apartment is Eric’s, you’ll need to move out before the week is over.”

My eyes widened. “I have nowhere to go! And I’m carrying his children!”

“Twins, right?” she said coldly. “Or maybe triplets? You’re huge. I can help you. I’ll give you a house, but in return, one of the babies will be mine.”

I could barely breathe. “What?!”

“I don’t want to be pregnant. And you won’t be able to raise twins alone. So this way, we all win.”

They were talking about my children as if they were pets.

“I’ll raise the baby with the best care, the best nannies, the best schools,” she said, caressing Eric’s arm.

He nodded as if this was all normal.

I held back my rage, knowing I had to think.

So I pretended to be defeated. “I have no choice. Fine. But I have one condition.”

Veronica smirked. “Smart. What is it?”

“I will choose which baby I give. And the house must be in my name—not rented, but legally mine.”

They exchanged glances and nodded, convinced they had won.

But inside, I was smiling.

Months passed. They gave me a three-bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood. I made them believe I was still deciding which baby to give up.

Until the day came—I gave birth to two perfect little girls.

Back home, I called them.
“I’m ready.”

They rushed over. Veronica was practically glowing.
“Which one is mine?” she asked.

I looked straight at her. “None.”

Her face froze. “What?”

“None of them will ever be yours. And the house? It’s in my name. You can’t take it back.”

Veronica shook with rage while Eric turned pale.

“And that’s not all,” I continued. “I posted everything you did. Every message. Every photo. Your company, your friends, your investors—they’ve all seen it.”

Veronica almost dropped my phone as she scrolled through the posts.

Eric was fired, and Veronica was humiliated before the entire community.

And me? I held my daughters close every night, safe in the house that now belonged to me.

In the end, I didn’t just get revenge.
I won.