The day started like any other—until I saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. I felt joy and fear at the same time. My husband Jacob worked as a janitor, and my nanny job barely covered rent. Another baby felt impossible… but real.

I hadn’t told him yet.

After dropping our son at his grandmother’s, I went to my doctor’s appointment. That’s when my world collapsed.

I saw Jacob walking out of the maternity ward wearing a luxury suit, carrying two newborn babies wrapped in pastel blankets. I called his name. He didn’t even turn around. He stepped into a luxury car and vanished.

Inside the ward, I met the woman he’d been lying to. Beautiful. Wealthy. Pregnant. She believed Jacob was a rich businessman and future heir. She had no idea he was married—or that I was pregnant.
Together, we confronted him.

Jacob finally confessed: his father had left him $300,000. He hid it from me and built a double life, creating a fake identity to impress her while pretending we were struggling together.

That night, we both threw him out.

No excuses. No forgiveness.

Days later, Clara—the other woman—called and offered me a job as her nanny. She said she trusted me.

Three months later, I gave birth to my daughter with a steady income and a safe home.

Betrayal broke my heart.

But it also gave me my life back.