After hours of labor, I finally delivered the twins—two perfect, healthy babies. But as soon as the nurse placed them in my arms, I knew the moment had arrived.
Vivian and Eddie arrived just as I was being wheeled out of the delivery room. I could see the excitement in their eyes as they hurried over to claim their “prize.”
With a smile, I handed them one of the babies. They didn’t even hesitate, taking the child as if it was all part of the plan. Then, as they turned to leave, I looked at them both and said, “I’m keeping my other baby. And guess what? The one you’re holding is not yours.”
Their faces drained of color. The child they thought was theirs was mine all along. I’d made sure of it.
I had played them both—outsmarting my cheating husband and his mistress in the most powerful way.
**Lesson:** Revenge is sweetest when the betrayers never see it coming.
