The day I found out I was pregnant again, I was terrified. We were already struggling—Jacob worked as a janitor, I was a nanny, and our son Tommy needed more than we could afford. I hadn’t told Jacob yet.

That morning, I went to the clinic alone. But nothing prepared me for what I saw—Jacob, dressed in a designer suit, walking out of the maternity ward cradling two newborns.

I followed him inside and found a stunning woman packing baby clothes. When I said I was Jacob’s wife, her face turned white. She was Clara, and she’d believed he was a wealthy heir. I told her the truth—he was a janitor with a struggling wife and child.

We confronted him together. Turns out, he inherited $300,000 two years ago and built a double life with Clara. The money ran out, and so did his lies.

Clara and I kicked him out. I filed for divorce. A week later, Clara offered me a job as her nanny. She wasn’t my enemy—she was betrayed too.

Three months later, I gave birth to my daughter. I had a new job, a safe home, and peace. Jacob was gone. But I was free.