Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs, especially when you’re least prepared. For me, that curveball came when I was carrying twins. What was supposed to be a time of joy and anticipation for our growing family turned into an emotional rollercoaster.
A moment of hope turned into heartbreak
It all started like any other afternoon. I was folding tiny baby clothes, imagining names for our twins, when my phone rang. The message was from Veronika, my husband’s boss. My heart dropped because, in that moment, I thought something had happened to my husband, Eric, at work. I opened the message, expecting bad news, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
There, on my screen, was a picture of Eric in a stranger’s bed, half-naked, grinning at the camera. The caption beneath the photo said it all: “It’s time you knew. He’s mine now.”
My stomach turned, and my babies kicked as if they could feel my pain. Eric, the man I had been with for years, was cheating with his boss.
A betrayal too deep to ignore
In a state of disbelief, I immediately called Eric, only for my call to go straight to voicemail. I tried over and over, but each attempt was ignored. The pain in my chest grew heavier, my body almost giving out as I sat on the couch, hands on my growing belly. My babies were all I had left to hold on to.
When Eric finally came home that evening, he wasn’t alone. Veronika strolled into our apartment as if she owned the place, dressed in expensive clothes, acting as though she was the rightful one in our home.
“Eric, what is going on?” I managed to ask, trying to hold it together.
His response hit me like a slap in the face. “I’m in love with Veronika, Lauren. I’m leaving you. Let’s be adults about this and not make a scene.”
His words pierced through me, leaving a deep wound. “You can’t be serious,” I whispered, unable to grasp the reality of the situation. “We’re expecting twins in two months.”
Eric shrugged as if it was nothing. “Life happens,” he said. As if leaving a pregnant wife wasn’t a big deal.
But Veronika had her own words to add. “Since this is Eric’s place, you need to move out by the weekend.”
My blood boiled. “You’re out of your minds! I have nowhere to go! I’m carrying his children!”
Veronika, with a cold smile, stared at my belly. “Twins, huh? Or maybe triplets? You’re looking a bit… swollen. I think I can offer a solution.”
Her smile turned into something cruel. “I’ll buy you a house, take care of all the expenses, but in return, I want one of your babies.”
I was speechless. “What?”
“I want a child, but I’m not ruining my body for it.” She motioned toward my belly. “You won’t be able to raise two kids on your own, so this works for everyone.”
It was as if I was nothing more than a transaction, my babies bargaining chips in their twisted game.
A plan of my own
I felt cornered, isolated, with no one to turn to. But then a plan began to form in my mind.
“I don’t have anywhere to go,” I whispered, forcing tears into my eyes. “But I have one condition.”
Veronika grinned, sensing her victory. “What’s the condition?”
“I get to choose which baby you take,” I said, glancing down at my belly with feigned shame. “I just need a little time to decide which one will have a better life with you.”
Veronika exchanged a sly look with Eric. They thought they had broken me. “Alright,” Veronika agreed. “But don’t take too long. Once the babies are born, we’ll take the one you don’t want.”
I nodded, pretending to be defeated. “And… one more thing.”
“What now?” Veronika asked, exasperated.
“You’ll buy me a house, not just rent one,” I said firmly. “I need security. If you don’t agree, I’ll walk away, and you’ll never see any of them.”
Veronika hesitated but finally relented. “Fine. But you better keep your end of the bargain.”
On the outside, I looked like the vulnerable woman they wanted me to be. But inside? I was already three steps ahead.
The beginning of my victory
The next few months were a careful game of patience. Veronika bought me a three-bedroom house in a quiet neighborhood, and she and Eric didn’t even bother to check it out. The deal was done without a second thought. They were so confident they had won.
I played my part, reporting medical appointments and letting Veronika visit to stroke my belly, pretending I was uncertain about which baby to keep.
But all along, I was preparing for the final move.
The birth of my daughters
The night my labor began, I sent a message to Veronika, telling her I was heading to the hospital. I made it clear that I didn’t want either her or Eric in the delivery room. They were angry, but I didn’t care. The contractions were too strong for me to focus on their complaints.
Six hours later, my beautiful daughters, Lily and Emma, were born. Perfectly healthy, with dark hair and strong lungs.
When the nurse asked if she should notify Eric and his “girlfriend,” I simply said, “Let them know the babies are fine, but I need three days to myself.”
The final confrontation
Two days later, I brought my daughters home. On the third day, I called Veronika. “I’m ready for the conversation.”
They arrived within an hour. Veronika was practically vibrating with excitement, and Eric was trailing behind her like a shadow.
“Well?” Veronika asked sweetly, stepping into my house. “Which one’s mine?”
I took a deep breath, one daughter in each arm. “Neither.”
Her smile froze. “What?”
I stood up slowly, ignoring the ache in my body but holding my head high. “I’m not giving you my child, Veronika. Not one of them.”
Eric groaned. “Don’t start with this dramatic nonsense again…”
“Did you really think you could buy a baby from me?” I asked, looking at both of them. “You’re not dealing with some desperate fool. Surprise: I’m not one.”
Veronika seethed, her face turning red. “I’ll throw you out of here right now!” she hissed.
I smiled calmly. “You can’t. The house is in my name.”
Her face went pale. “What? That’s impossible! Eric, tell her!”
Eric looked just as shocked. “We signed the papers together!”
“Yeah. And you signed everything over to me. You were so full of yourselves, you didn’t even realize it. The property deed is in my name alone.”
Veronika staggered back as if I slapped her.
“Oh, and one more thing,” I added, rocking Lily in my arms to calm her down. “I’ve already informed a few people about how Eric cheated on his pregnant wife, and how you two tried to buy my baby.”
I glanced at the coffee table, where my phone sat.
“Feel free to check social media. Everything’s there. The messages, the photos, the sick deal. I tagged your company, Veronika. Your investors, too. Even the charities you’re a part of.”
Veronika lunged for my phone, her face draining of color as she scrolled through the messages.
“Looks like people are really interested in your behavior,” I said calmly.
Veronika shrieked in fury, a sound filled with rage and desperation.
Eric grabbed the phone from her hands, his face ghostly white. “You’ve ruined us!”
“No,” I said, my voice steady. “You ruined yourselves.”
Eric lost his job. His company, with its family values image, couldn’t overlook his actions. Veronika was fired and became a headline for all the wrong reasons, with her social and business circles cutting her off.
And me? I rocked my daughters to sleep every night in our beautiful home, knowing that I didn’t just take revenge.
I won.