My Husband Left Me for His Boss While I Was Pregnant, Then She Offered Me a House in Exchange for One of My Babies

At seven months pregnant with twins, I was folding tiny onesies, dreaming of the beautiful family I thought I was building with my husband, Eric. My heart fluttered with joy every time I felt the gentle kicks of the babies inside me. But that idyllic afternoon was shattered by a sudden buzz from my phone.

When I saw the sender’s name—Veronica, my husband’s boss—I instantly feared Eric had been in an accident. With shaky fingers, I opened the message. My heart stopped as a photo appeared on my screen. Eric, shirtless, sprawled across Veronica’s bed, smirking shamelessly at the camera. The caption below read like a slap: “It’s time you knew. He’s mine.”

My entire world tilted. The onesies fell from my trembling hands as I sank onto the couch, the twins kicking frantically, sensing my distress. I dialed Eric’s number over and over, but every call went straight to voicemail. The truth was undeniable—my husband was cheating with the woman he worked for, a woman who had everything I didn’t: wealth, status, and ruthless confidence.

I tried calming myself, softly caressing my belly. “It’ll be okay,” I whispered to my babies. “Daddy might have betrayed us, but we’ll figure this out. Mama will protect you both.”

That evening, Eric arrived home, not alone but with Veronica at his side. She sauntered in like she owned everything, from Eric himself to the very air in our home. Her eyes narrowed as she took in my swollen belly, a cold smile spreading across her face.

“Eric, what’s going on?” I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and fear.

Eric didn’t even meet my eyes. He merely shrugged, as if discussing a minor inconvenience. “I’m leaving you, Lauren. I’m in love with Veronica. Let’s be adults and not cause a scene.”

“Are you serious?” I gasped, clutching the arm of the sofa to steady myself. “We’re about to have twins, Eric. Our children.”

He sighed again, his face indifferent. “Life changes. It’s time to move on.”

Before I could respond, Veronica stepped forward, tapping her perfectly manicured nails impatiently against her designer sleeve. “And since this is Eric’s apartment, you’ll need to vacate by the end of the week,” she said coldly.

My mind spun. “I have nowhere to go! I’m carrying Eric’s children!”

Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully, calculating. “About that… I might have a solution.”

I stared at her, speechless.

“I’ll give you housing, pay all your expenses,” she continued smoothly, her voice dripping with false generosity. “But in exchange, I want one of your babies.”

Shock surged through me like electricity. “Excuse me?”

She waved dismissively toward my stomach. “Look, I’ve always wanted a child, but I’m not about to ruin my figure. You’re clearly not in a position to handle twins on your own, so it’s a fair trade. The child will have the best life money can buy.”

Eric actually nodded, agreeing to sell one of our children as if it were a business deal. Fury roared within me, but I bit it back, desperate and cornered.

Then an idea formed—a daring, risky plan born out of sheer determination to protect my children. I forced tears into my eyes, feigning helplessness. “Fine,” I said quietly, “I’ll accept your offer, but I have conditions.”

Veronica raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What conditions?”

“I want to choose which baby you’ll get,” I said softly, looking down as if ashamed. “I need some time with them after birth, to decide.”

She exchanged glances with Eric, clearly thinking they’d already won. “Very well,” she agreed smugly. “But hurry and choose after they’re born. I hate waiting.”

“One more thing,” I added, lifting my chin slightly. “I want you to buy me a house—not rent. If I’m giving you one of my children, I deserve long-term security.”

Eric scoffed, but Veronica stopped him with a wave of her hand. “Agreed,” she said impatiently. “The sooner this is settled, the better.”

Inside, I smiled bitterly. They had no idea they’d just set my plan in motion.

The following weeks were a careful balancing act. Veronica bought a beautiful three-bedroom house without even inspecting it thoroughly, too focused on her prize. Eric simply trailed after her, never realizing they’d signed all the paperwork in my name alone.

The months dragged on, and I continued to pretend to deliberate painfully over which child to give up, keeping Veronica appeased. She’d sometimes visit, touching my belly possessively and cooing about “her baby.” All the while, I prepared my next move.

My water broke on a Tuesday night. I texted Veronica briefly, then rushed to the hospital alone. I instructed the nurses not to allow Eric or Veronica anywhere near me during labor. Outside, I heard their complaints, but the contractions soon drowned them out.

Hours later, I held my beautiful twin daughters, Lily and Emma, in my arms, memorizing their precious faces, tiny fingers curled around mine. I had three quiet days with them to bond, heal, and finalize my plan.

On the third day, I invited Eric and Veronica over. They arrived quickly, Veronica practically glowing with excitement. “Which one is mine?” she demanded eagerly, eyes gleaming.

Holding my babies protectively, I stood tall despite my exhaustion. “Neither,” I said firmly.

Her smile faded instantly. “What did you say?”

“I’m not giving you either of my children,” I repeated, voice clear and strong.

Eric groaned. “Enough dramatics, Lauren—”

“No!” I cut him off sharply. “Did you really think you could buy a child from me? That I’d ever let you have one of my babies?”

Veronica’s eyes darkened with rage. “Then you’re homeless! I’ll kick you out right now—”

I smiled triumphantly. “Actually, you won’t. This house is mine.”

“What?” Veronica gasped, color draining from her face.

“You were too busy celebrating your supposed victory to read the paperwork. The house is entirely in my name,” I explained calmly. “Legally, you have no power here.”

Veronica lunged toward me, panic and fury blending together. “You deceitful little—”

“And one more thing,” I interrupted, nodding to my phone lying on the table. “Check social media. I posted everything last night—your affair, your offer to buy my child, the messages, the pictures. I tagged your company, your colleagues, even the charity boards you sit on.”

Eric snatched up the phone first, his face paling in horror as he read the comments flooding in. “You’ve ruined us,” he whispered hoarsely.

I shook my head slowly. “No, Eric. You destroyed yourselves.”

Their lives unraveled rapidly after that. Eric lost his job immediately; his “family-values” company couldn’t afford the scandal. Veronica didn’t just lose her position—her fall from grace became a public spectacle, splashed across headlines and trending online. Friends abandoned them, their reputations irreparably damaged.

As for me, I spent each evening rocking Lily and Emma gently in our beautiful home, savoring their soft breaths and sweet little faces. I knew the twins would grow up safe and loved, never knowing how close they’d come to being pawns in someone else’s game.

In the end, it wasn’t just revenge—it was justice. Because no matter how powerful someone seems, some things can’t be bought. My children would always belong with me, protected by a mother’s unwavering love.