I was seven months pregnant with twins when I received a photo from my husband’s boss—Eric—lying in another woman’s bed. Just hours later, the most painful betrayal came: he was leaving me for her, and he even wanted to take one of my children in exchange for housing. Little did they know what I had planned.

I was busy folding little onesies, thinking of names for our children, when my phone suddenly vibrated.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was from my wife’s boss, Veronica. I thought something bad had happened to Eric at work, but it turned out to be much worse.

I opened the message, and a photo of Eric appeared, lying on an unfamiliar bed, topless, and grinning like he was bragging.

If I had any doubts, they were dispelled when I read the caption: “It’s time you knew. He’s mine.”

My hands went cold. It was as if the babies in my belly could feel my sudden tension as they kicked. Eric was fooling me—his boss, after all.

I called him right away, but it went straight to voicemail. I called again and again, but nothing.

I sat up slowly, holding my stomach.

“Just a little, kids,” I whispered. “Mommy will take care of you. No matter what happens, Daddy won’t abandon you… even if he cheats.”

Little did I know that what was coming next was even worse.

When Eric came home that night, he was with someone.

Veronica walked in as if she owned the house—tall, elegant, and obviously wealthy.

“Eric… what’s this?” I asked, trying to control the tremor in my voice.

She sighed. “It’s simple, Lauren. I love Veronica, and I’m leaving you. I don’t want you to get into a drama.”

Every word that came out of her mouth felt like a punch.

“You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “I’m going to have a baby in two months.”

“That’s just how life is,” she replied as if nothing had happened.

Veronica interjected, relieved. “And since this is Eric’s apartment, you have to leave before the end of the week.”

My eyes widened. “I have nowhere to go! And I’m taking his kids!”

“Twins, right?” she said, her tone cold. “Or maybe triplets? You’re big. I can help you. I’ll give you a house, but in exchange, one of your kids will be mine.”

I could barely breathe. “What?!”

“I don’t want to get pregnant. And you can’t raise twins by yourself. So it’s a win-win.”

They were talking about my kids like they were just dogs or cats.

“I’ll raise him in the best way, best nannies, best schools,” she said as she caressed Eric.

And Eric nodded as if it were normal.

I held back my anger, but I knew I had to think.

So I pretended to be defeated. “I have nowhere else to go. Okay, but I have a condition.”

Veronica grinned. “Smart. What’s that?”

“I want to be the one to choose who I give it to. And you’ll give me a house—not rent, but in my name.”

They looked at each other, and Veronica nodded, thinking she had won.

But inside, I was grinning.

—

Months passed. They gave me a three-bedroom house in a quiet area. I made them believe I was still thinking about who I would give it to.

Until I gave birth—two perfect little girls.

When I got home, I called them.

“I’m ready.”

They arrived right away, Veronica seemed very excited.

“Which one is for me?” she asked.

I looked straight at her. “Nothing.”

Her face hardened. “What?”

“You can’t have any of them. And the house? It’s in my name. There’s nothing you can do.”

Veronica was shaking with anger, while Eric was pale.

“And that’s not all,” I said. “I posted everything you did. Every message. Every picture. Your company, your friends, your investors have seen it.”

Veronica almost dropped my phone as she read the posts.

—

Eric was fired, and Veronica was embarrassed in front of the entire community.

Me? I hugged my kids every night, safe in the house that I owned.

And in the end, I didn’t just get even.

I won.