My Husband Left Me For His Boss While I Was Pregnant—Then He Offered Me A House In Exchange For One Of My Children

I was seven months pregnant with twins when I got a picture from my husband’s boss—Eric, lying in another woman’s bed. Just a few hours later, the most painful betrayal came: he was going to leave me for it, and he even wanted to take one of my kids in exchange for housing. They didn’t know what I had planned.

I was busy folding little onesies, thinking about our children’s names, when my phone suddenly vibrated.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw it coming from my wife’s boss, Veronica. I thought something was wrong with Eric at work, but it turned out to be worse.

I opened the message, and a picture popped up, lying on an unfamiliar bed, barefoot, and smiling as if he was bragging.

If I still had any doubts, that vanished when I read the caption: “Time for you to know. He is mine.”

My hands were cold. It felt like the babies in my stomach could feel my sudden tension because they kicked. Eric cheated on me—even his boss.

I called him right away, but only by voicemail. I called over and over again but to no avail.

I sat up slowly, holding my stomach.
“Just a few kids,” I whispered. “Your mother will take care of you. No matter what happens, Daddy won’t let you down. Even if he was a thief.”

I didn’t know the next one was going to be any worse.

When Eric came home that night, he was with someone.

Veronica walked in as if she were the owner of the house—tall, elegant, and obviously wealthy.

“Eric… “What’s that?” he asked, trying to hide the sound of my voice.

He sighed. “It’s simple, Lauren. I love Veronica, and I’m going to leave you alone. I don’t want you to make a fuss.”

Every word that came out of his mouth was like a punch.

“You’re not serious,” I whispered. “I’m going to give birth in two months.”

“That’s just the way life is,” he replied as if nothing had happened.

Veronica nodded, smiling. “And since it’s Eric’s apartment, you have to leave before the end of the week.”

My eyes widened. “I have nowhere to go! And I’m taking her kids!”

“Twins, Dad,” he said, his tone cold. “Or maybe triplets? You’re great. We can help. I’ll give you a house, but in return, I’m one of your children.”

I could barely breathe. “What?!”

“I don’t want to get pregnant. And you can’t raise twins on your own. So it’s a win-win.”

They talk about my kids like they’re just dogs or cats.

“I’m going to take care of her in the best way, best nannies, best schools,” she said as she stroked Eric.

And Eric nodded as if it were normal.

I tried to stop exploding, but I knew I had to think.

So I showed myself to be a loser. “I have nowhere else to go. Okay, but I have a condition.”

Ngumisi si Veronica. “Matalino. Ano ’yon?”

“I want to be the buyer of who I want to give. And you will give me a house—not rent, but in my name.”

They looked at each other, and Veronica nodded, thinking she was winning.

On the inside, though, I felt guilty.

—

Months passed. They gave me a three bedroom house in a quiet area. I made them believe that I was still thinking about who I was going to give.

Until I gave birth—two perfect girls.

When I got home, I called them.

“Hand on how.”

As soon as they arrived, Veronica seemed excited.

“Which one is it for me?” he asked.

I looked straight ahead. “No.”

Her face stiffened. “What?”

“You don’t get any of them. “And the house? It’s in my name. You can’t do anything.”

Veronica shuddered in anger, while Eric turned pale.

“And that’s not all,” I said. “I’m going to post everything you’ve done. All the messages. All the pictures. Your company, your friends, your investors have already seen it.”

Veronica almost let go of my phone while reading the posts.

—

Eric gets fired, and Veronica is embarrassed by the entire community.

Me? I cuddle my kids every night, safe in the home I own.

At the end of the day, I just didn’t get a response.

I’m sorry.