When Emma spotted her husband, Jacob, walking out of a maternity ward in a designer suit, cradling two newborns, her world shattered. Determined to uncover the truth, she followed the trail.
The morning started like any other. I was in the kitchen, staring down at the two pink lines on the test in front of me. Pregnant. Again. My hand instinctively went to my belly.
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A part of me felt joy. Babies are a blessing, right? But then reality hit, and my chest tightened. How were we going to make this work?
Jacob already works so hard as a janitor, and my nanny job barely covers the groceries. Tommy, our 7-year-old, needs new shoes, and our car’s been making a noise that doesn’t sound cheap to fix.
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Jacob was sitting in the living room, lacing up his boots. His shoulders slumped like always, the weight of the world pressing on him.
“You’re up early,” he said, his voice as even as ever.
“Busy day,” I said, forcing a smile. “Gotta drop Tommy off and then head to the Jenkins’. Those twins are a handful.”
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He nodded and tugged his boots tighter. “Still better than mopping floors,” he said with a chuckle, but his laugh didn’t reach his eyes.
I nodded back, not wanting to push him. Jacob always carried so much without complaining. I couldn’t add this to his plate. Not yet.
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That day, I drove Tommy to his grandmother and headed to see my doctor. The clinic was quiet, except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional muffled cough. I sat in the exam room, tapping my foot as I waited for Dr. Patel to come back with my results.
Then, I saw him.
At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. It couldn’t be Jacob, could it? But there he was, walking down the hall toward the maternity ward. Except it wasn’t the Jacob I knew.
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He was wearing a sleek black suit, the kind I’d only seen on TV. His hair was combed perfectly, and on his wrist was a shiny watch that caught the light with every step. But the part that made my stomach twist was that he was carrying two newborn babies wrapped in pastel blankets.
“Jacob?” I whispered, frozen in place. My voice caught in my throat, but I forced it louder. “Jacob!”
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He didn’t even look at me.
“Jacob! What are you doing here?” I shouted, my voice cracking.
Nothing. He just kept walking like he hadn’t heard me.
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I stood in the hallway, my heart pounding, staring at the door Jacob had walked out of. My mind raced with questions. Those babies, his suit, that car didn’t make sense.
“Answers,” I muttered under my breath. “I need answers.”
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I pushed open the door and stepped inside the ward. The room was bright, with sunlight pouring through large windows, highlighting the soft pastel walls. Near the corner, a woman was packing a designer bag, carefully folding baby clothes. She looked up as I entered.
At first, I froze. She was stunning, tall and elegant, with perfectly styled auburn hair and a face that looked like it belonged on magazine covers. She wore a silk robe, and even in the casual setting of a hospital, she exuded wealth and sophistication.
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“Can I help you?” she asked, her tone polite but guarded.
I clenched my fists, my voice trembling as I spoke. “I’m Emma. I’m looking for my husband, Jacob.”
The color drained from her face. “Your… husband?”
“Yes,” I said firmly, stepping closer. “Jacob. I just saw him leave this room holding two babies. Yours, I assume?”
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She blinked rapidly, then slowly lowered herself into the chair beside the bed. “Wait. You’re telling me Jacob is married?”
I laughed bitterly. “You didn’t know? Well, let me clear it up for you—Jacob and I have been married for nine years. We have a 7-year-old son, and I’m eight weeks pregnant with our second child. So, you want to tell me what’s going on here?”
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The woman stared at me, her jaw tight, before speaking. “Jacob told me he was divorced.”
“Of course he did,” I said sharply. “And while we’re at it, can you explain how my janitor husband who can barely afford to fix our car managed to impress someone like you?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she stood up, crossing her arms. “Wait a second. What do you mean, janitor? Jacob said his father was a wealthy businessman, and he inherited a fortune.”
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I felt like the floor had fallen out from under me. “What?” I whispered.
The woman’s voice rose with disbelief. “Yes! He told me two years ago that he was visiting the city on a business trip. He was driving a beautiful car—some luxury brand—and he was dining at one of the most expensive restaurants in town. That’s where we met. He said he was just here for a few days, but after we started seeing each other, he decided to stay.”
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I shook my head, barely able to process what she was saying. “No, that can’t be true. We’ve been struggling for years. We can’t even afford vacations, let alone luxury cars or fine dining!”
We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of Jacob’s lies pressing down on both of us. Finally, the woman broke the silence.
“My name is Clara,” she said softly. “And if what you’re telling me is true, then I think we both deserve to hear the truth from him.”
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I nodded, my voice firm. “We’re going to confront him. Together.”
We quickly drove to Clara’s estate and found Jacob in the nursery, holding one of the twins. He looked up, and for a moment, his expression shifted from surprise to sheer panic.
“Emma? What are you doing here?” he stammered.
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“You tell me, Jacob,” I snapped. “Why are you here, dressed like a movie star, holding babies that aren’t mine?”
The mistress crossed her arms and glared at him. “And why didn’t you tell me you were married?”
Jacob sighed and set the baby down in the crib. “Look, I can explain.”
“Then explain!” we both said in unison.
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Jacob ran a hand through his hair and paced the room. “Two years ago, my dad passed. He left me an inheritance—$300,000.”
“What?” I blinked. “You told me he had nothing!”
Jacob sighed. “I told Clara I was in town on business. She believed me. I thought… I thought I could make it work, have a new life. I was going to tell you, Emma, but…”
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“But what?” I shouted. “You ran out of money?”
The mistress stepped forward, her face pale with fury. “You told me your father was a millionaire, that you were waiting for the rest of the estate to clear!”
Jacob winced. “I… might’ve stretched the truth.”
“Stretched the truth?” she hissed. “You lied to me! To both of us!”
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Jacob raised his hands. “Look, I didn’t mean for it to get this far. I was going to figure it out. I just… I needed a way out of this mess.”
I stared at him, my heart breaking into pieces. “You needed a way out? You already had a family, Jacob.”
The mistress turned to me. “I’m done with him. And you should be too.”
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Jacob left that night with nothing but the clothes on his back. Neither of us wanted to see him again.
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The next week, I filed for divorce. It wasn’t easy, but I had to do it. Tommy deserved better. I deserved better.
Clara made her own decision. “He’s not coming near these babies,” she told me firmly. “I’ll handle things on my end.”
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I nodded. “Good. I don’t want him near my family either.”
A few days later, Clara called me. “Emma, I’ve been thinking,” she said. “You’re strong, and you clearly care about family. I know this might sound strange, but I could use someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” I asked cautiously.
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“As a nanny,” she said. “I need help with the twins. I’ll pay you well, and you can live in the staff house. It’s… the least I can do after everything.”
I was stunned. At first, I didn’t know what to say, but eventually, I agreed. Clara wasn’t the villain in my story. She was just as deceived as I was, and we both wanted to move forward.
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Three months later, I gave birth to my second child, a beautiful baby girl. I was working as Clara’s nanny, living in a small but comfortable house on her estate. For the first time in years, I felt stable.
Life wasn’t what I had planned, but it was mine again. Jacob was gone, but I was stronger than I ever knew I could be.
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Sometimes, betrayal leads to freedom. And freedom? That was worth everything.
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