My world shattered when my husband’s boss sent me a photo of Eric in her bed. The ultimate betrayal came hours later – he was leaving me for her, and she wanted one of my unborn babies in exchange for a roof over my head. But little did they know, I had a plan brewing.
At seven months pregnant with twins, my life was turned upside down. The message from Veronica, Eric’s boss, changed everything. The picture of Eric in her bed, smirking at the camera, was the final nail in the coffin.
I tried calling Eric, but he ignored me. When he arrived home with Veronica, I knew I had to stay calm. They thought they had me cornered, but I was secretly plotting my revenge.
Veronica’s proposal was outrageous – she’d buy me a house and cover my expenses if I gave her one of my babies. I agreed, playing the part of a broken, helpless woman. But inside, I was seething.
The next few months were a game of patience. Veronica bought me a beautiful house, but I knew it was just a ploy to get what she wanted. I kept her updated on my pregnancy, all the while planning my next move.
When I went into labor, I texted Veronica, but made sure she wasn’t allowed in the delivery room. My babies were born healthy and happy, and I knew I had to act fast.
I named them Lily and Emma, and spent every waking moment with them. But I knew Veronica and Eric were waiting in the wings, expecting me to hand over one of my daughters.
The day of reckoning arrived when Veronica and Eric showed up at my doorstep. Veronica was ecstatic, expecting me to hand over one of my babies. But I had other plans.
I stood up, holding one baby in each arm, and looked Veronica straight in the eye. “Neither,” I said, my voice firm and resolute.
Veronica’s face turned white with rage. Eric tried to intervene, but I shut him down. “You two thought you could buy a baby from me? Like I was some desperate idiot?” I laughed, a cold, hard sound.
Veronica threatened to kick me out of the house, but I had one final trick up my sleeve. The house was in my name, and I had the deed to prove it.
Veronica’s face crumpled, and Eric looked like he’d been punched in the gut. But I wasn’t done yet. I revealed that I had posted their dirty secrets on social media, and their reputations were in tatters.
Veronica screamed, a sound of pure rage and desperation. Eric grabbed my phone, his face white with fear. But it was too late. The damage was done.
In the end, Eric lost his job, and Veronica’s reputation was left in ruins. But I emerged victorious, my daughters safe and sound in my arms. I had fought back, and I had won.
