At seven months pregnant with twins, my husband’s boss sent me a photo of Joss in her bed. Hours later, they delivered the ultimate betrayal—he was leaving me for her, and she wanted one of my babies in exchange for housing. Little did they know what I had planned.
I was heavily pregnant with twins when my life fell apart. I was folding tiny onesies, dreaming about baby names, when my phone buzzed. My heart pounded when I saw it was a message from my husband’s boss, Kallista.
I immediately thought something bad had happened to Joss at work, but the truth was far worse. I opened the message, expecting news of an accident, but found a picture of Joss, lying in a strange bed, shirtless. Smirking at the camera.
If there’d been any doubt in my mind about what it meant, the caption made it perfectly clear: “It’s time you knew. He’s mine.”
My hands went cold. The babies kicked inside me, almost sensing my distress.
Joss was cheating on me with his boss. I immediately called Joss, but it went straight to voicemail. I kept trying, but none of my calls went through.
By that point, it felt like the twins were taking turns jumping on my bladder. I slowly lowered myself onto the sofa and placed a hand on my belly. “Easy, babies,” I muttered.
“Mama will take care of you, always. And no matter what happens now, I know Daddy… Joss won’t abandon you, even if he’s betrayed me.”
I could never have imagined how wrong I was. When Joss arrived home from work that evening, he wasn’t alone.
Kallista walked in like she owned the place. Tall, confident, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than our rent. The type of woman who got attention just by breathing.
“Joss… what is this?” I stood in the living room, staring them both down, trying to be strong even if I didn’t feel like it. Joss sighed. “It’s simple, Seren.
I’m in love with Kallista, so I’m leaving you. Let’s be adults about this and not make a scene, okay?”
The words hit me like punches. Each one landed right where it hurt the most.
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered. “We’re having babies in two months.”
“Life happens,” he said with a shrug. A shrug!
Like he was talking about a change in dinner plans, not abandoning his pregnant wife. Then Kallista crossed her arms, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her designer blazer. “And since this is Joss’s apartment, you’ll need to move out by the end of the week.”
I saw red.
