At seven months pregnant with twins, my world shattered when I received a photo from my husband’s boss, Veronica. The photo showed Eric, shirtless, lying in her bed with the caption: “He’s mine now.” My heart sank as I realized Eric was cheating on me with her. When Eric came home, he confirmed it—he was leaving me for Veronica. Not only that,

but Veronica offered to buy me a house and cover my expenses, but only if I gave her one of my babies. I was stunned but quickly hatched a plan. I pretended to agree, demanding that the house be in my name, to which she reluctantly agreed. When I went into labor, I texted them both but ensured they were kept out of the delivery room. Days later, I invited them over,and when Veronica asked which baby was hers, I told her neither. I revealed I wasn’t the desperate woman they thought I was. The house was in my name, and I had exposed their betrayal online,
tagging Veronica’s company and even her investors. The fallout was swift. Eric was fired for his actions, and Veronica made headlines for her role in the scandal. As for me, I raised my daughters in peace, knowing I had outsmarted them both and come out victorious.