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“Mark?” my sister Sofia asked, stirring something on the stove.
“Of course,” my mom replied. “He’s handling some business for me first, but then he’s free to explore. I told him, ‘You’re a single man—use this trip to meet someone.’”
She laughed as if matchmaking her assistant was the most natural thing in the world.
Max, my husband, glanced up from where he was stringing lights around the windows. “Do you ever give anyone a real vacation, Anne?”
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“Not when there’s work to be done,” Mom shot back playfully.
The house buzzed with activity. My grandmother sat by the kitchen table, peeling oranges for mulled wine, her sharp eyes observing everything.
“We’re out of cinnamon,” she announced abruptly, waving a wooden spoon in my direction. “You can’t make good mulled wine without cinnamon.”
I sighed, wiping my hands on a dishtowel. “Fine, I’ll run to the store.”
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“I can go,” Max offered.
“No need,” I said, grabbing my scarf. “It’s just cinnamon. I’ll be back before you miss me.”
On my way out, I grabbed a coat from the hook by the door—Sofia’s oversized camel-colored one. Her dramatic scarf hung next to it, a perfect match for her signature style.
“Lucy,” Sofia called from the stove, “you better not lose my coat!”
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I rolled my eyes. “It’s just a coat, Sofia. Relax.”
As I slid my hands into the deep pockets, my fingers brushed against something crinkly. I froze, pulled it out, and found myself holding a folded receipt.
Curious, I opened it. A necklace. Luxurious, judging by the price.
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The date on the receipt made me pause. Last Tuesday. That was the same day I’d called Sofia to confirm our dinner plans. Her voice had been low, almost hushed.
“I can’t talk right now,” she’d said. “I’m… at a jewelry store. Not alone.”
I’d brushed it off at the time. Sofia had always been secretive about her elusive boyfriend, never telling the family much. But this… this didn’t feel right.
My breath caught as I read the signature at the bottom. It was my husband’s signature.
Max? But how? Why is his name on a receipt for an extravagant necklace hidden in my sister’s coat?
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***
Christmas had arrived, filling my mother’s house with an almost magical warmth. Laughter echoed from the living room, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the cheery sound of holiday music. The scent of cinnamon and pine drifted through the air, making everything feel cozy and perfect.
Perfect for everyone but me.
I sat in the corner, absently swirling the drink in my hand, my eyes glued to Sofia and Max. They were just themselves—on the surface. But I noticed everything. The way their eyes met for just a moment too long. The fleeting smiles they shared when no one else was looking.
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Then there was the disappearing act. First, Max slipped out of the room, muttering something about needing to grab his phone. A few minutes later, Sofia casually excused herself to check on the pie in the kitchen.
Am I imagining things?
When they didn’t return, I couldn’t sit still any longer. I followed them into the hallway, flattened myself against the wall, barely breathing as I strained to hear their voices.
“…I’m pregnant,” Sofia said, her voice low but clear enough to shatter me. “And I don’t know how to tell Lucy.”
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Pregnant?! Sofia and Max… together? My husband and my sister. It can’t be!
My legs felt like jelly as I made my way to the front door, needing to escape the suffocating warmth of the house.
The cold evening air hit me hard, making me gasp. My mind screamed that it wasn’t true, but my heart ached with doubt. They thought I didn’t notice. They thought I was blind. But it was time to prove them wrong.
I stopped at a store on the way back, grabbing a few things. My plan formed with every step, sharp and precise. I had no desire to be a fool.
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***
That evening, I slipped back into the house. No one had even noticed I’d been gone for hours. Typical. They were all too busy laughing, eating, and chatting.
I wasn’t in the mood to pretend I belonged in their little bubble of holiday cheer, so I sat silently at the dinner table, watching everyone else enjoy the evening.
“Lucy, you’re so quiet!” my mom said, glancing over at me. “You’re not feeling sick, are you? We can’t have you missing Christmas!”
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“I’m fine, Mom,” I said flatly, stabbing a green bean with my fork.
“Well, cheer up,” my grandmother chimed in. “Did I ever tell you about the time I almost met Frank Sinatra?”
“Almost?” my dad teased. “Every year, it gets closer. By next Christmas, you’ll be married to him.”
Everyone laughed except me.
Sofia grinned. “Oh, come on, Lucy. It’s Christmas Eve! You used to love this.”
I locked eyes with her. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m about to make things very merry.”
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Without waiting, I pushed my chair back and walked to the tree.
“Gift time,” I said, grabbing the two boxes I had prepared earlier. “I thought I’d start the fun a little early.”
“Can’t we wait until dessert?” my dad asked, already reaching for the pie.
“Nope. This can’t wait,” I replied, placing the first box in front of Sofia.
“For me?” Sofia’s voice wavered as she reached for the ribbon.
“Go on, open it,” I said, my tone sugary sweet.
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Everyone leaned forward as she opened the box. The baby cradle gleamed under the lights.
Sofia froze. “What… what is this?”
“Oh, you know,” I said lightly. “A little something I thought you might need soon.”
Her face turned pale. “I don’t… What are you talking about?”
“Lucy,” my mom interrupted. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“No joke.” I turned to Max and handed him the second box. “Now, this one is for you, dear husband. I hope it’s the right size.”
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Max opened the box cautiously. His face flushed bright red.
“Diapers?” my mom asked, completely confused.
“Well,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, “maybe my gifts aren’t as exquisite as the ones my husband buys for my dear little sister.”
With that, I reached into my pocket, pulled out the receipt, and flung it across the table toward Max. It landed right in front of him.
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My mother’s hand paused mid-air with her fork, my grandmother’s brow furrowed in confusion. Sofia froze, while Max looked like he’d just been caught red-handed.
“Lucy, I…” Sofia stammered.
“Go on,” I said, folding my arms. “I’m dying to hear this explanation.”
Before Sofia could form a coherent sentence, Max abruptly stood up. His hand darted into his pocket, fumbling as he pulled out a small jewelry box.
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“Lucy. I bought this for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes. It’s… it’s always been for you.”
“And I helped him choose it,” Sofia added quickly. “As a thank-you for supporting me when I needed help.”
The weight of everyone’s eyes pressing down on me. Slowly, I opened the lid. Inside was the necklace, gleaming under the warm light.
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“Oh, Max, how beautiful!” my mother exclaimed, clasping her hands together dramatically. “But…” She paused, her face scrunching in confusion as she turned to me. “I still don’t understand. What’s with the baby things, Lucy?”
Before I could answer, Sofia blurted out, “Mom, I’m pregnant.”
“Pregnant?” Mom repeated, her voice an octave higher. “Oh, Sofia, why didn’t you tell us?”
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“And who’s the father?” I asked coldly, my eyes narrowing as I stared at Max.
Sofia opened her mouth to reply, but before she could get a word out, the doorbell rang. My mother shot to her feet, muttering, “Who on earth could that be at this hour?”
***
When my mother returned to the room, she wasn’t alone. Standing beside her was her personal assistant, holding a bouquet of roses.
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“Mark?” Mom said. “I sent you on a trip for the holidays! A new place, a chance to meet someone. You’re supposed to be single and exploring the world!”
Mark’s gaze shifted past her and landed directly on Sofia. “I already have someone, Mrs. Turner. The only woman I’ve ever loved.”
Sofia gasped. But instead of running to him, she bolted for the hallway.
“To the bathroom?” my grandmother asked, watching her disappear.
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“Morning sickness,” my mother declared with authority, shaking her head knowingly. “I remember those days. Being pregnant is not for the faint of heart.”
“Pregnant?” Mark repeated. “Sofia’s pregnant?”
Max stood, finally breaking his stunned silence. “Yes, she’s pregnant. And it’s yours, Mark.”
Mark’s mouth opened, but Max continued. “She told me because you disappeared for a week. She didn’t know what to do and needed someone to confide in. So, she trusted me to keep it a secret until she was ready.”
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Just then, Sofia emerged from the hallway, her face still pale but determined.
“Mark,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I was terrified. I thought I’d lost you. Max was just… someone I could trust when I didn’t know what to do.”
She glanced at me and offered a faint smile. “And, as a thank-you, I helped him pick out your necklace.”
“Oh,” I said, exhaling a sharp breath as the pieces finally came together. “I found the receipt, thought it was for Sofia, overheard about the pregnancy, and…” I winced. “And I let my imagination run wild.”
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“Mom,” Sofia added, shaking her head. “You sent Mark away without knowing any of this.”
My mother raised her hands defensively. “I didn’t know! I just thought he needed a vacation! How was I supposed to guess all this?”
Mark crossed the room, wrapping Sofia in a warm embrace. “I’m so sorry I left you in doubt,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I asked you not to tell anyone about me because I didn’t know how your mom would react. But none of that matters now. I love you, Sofia. I want to be with you—both of you.”
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Max pulled me close, his hand resting on my shoulder. “And I promise no more secrets, Lucy. Not ever. I should have told you from the start.”
By the time we all sat back down to dinner, laughter filled the air again. The clinking of glasses and the joyful chatter returned, stronger than before.
What had started as a chaotic storm of misunderstandings ended with love, honesty, and forgiveness. That Christmas we spent as a whole family.
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The day before Christmas, everything seemed perfect until it wasn’t. I found a receipt for a stunning necklace, signed by my husband, hidden in my sister’s coat. Was it a gift or something far worse?
The day before Christmas was a rare and special occasion. My mother, who never seemed to have a spare moment away from her demanding job, had miraculously freed up her schedule to host the family dinner. She bustled around the house, beaming yet still sneaking glances at her phone.
“Well,” she cheerfully said as she set down a platter of cookies, “I finally sent my assistant Mark on that trip I’ve been planning for him. The poor man has been swamped with work all year.”
My Husband Brought Home a Pregnant Lover and Told Me to Move to My Mom’s – My Revenge Was Harsh
Eight years of marriage shattered in one quick breath when my husband Mike brought home his pregnant sidekick and KICKED ME OUT of the house. I packed alright, but what I unpacked was a revenge plot so brilliant and karmic!
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It was a Tuesday evening when my life decided to go off the rails. I walked into our living room, tired from a long day at work, only to find a heavily pregnant woman sitting on our couch, eating chips.
At first, I thought maybe I’d accidentally wandered into the wrong house.
But no, there was our ugly floral wallpaper that Mike insisted on keeping, and there was Mike, looking like he’d just swallowed a porcupine.
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“Hey, Michelle,” he said, his voice as casual as if he was asking me to pass the salt. “We need to talk.”
I stood there, frozen, my brain trying to compute the scene before me. The pregnant woman smiled awkwardly, her hand on her belly, looking like she was auditioning for a soap opera.
“This is Jessica,” Mike continued, gesturing to the human incubator on our couch. “She’s pregnant. With my child. It… it just happened. And we’ve decided to be together.”
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I waited for the punchline. Surely, this was some elaborate prank for a new reality TV show. Maybe I’d win a car if I didn’t freak out?
But Mike’s face remained serious, and Jessica kept smiling that infuriating smile.
“Mike,” I said slowly, “what do you mean by ‘it just happened’? Did you trip and fall into her—?”
Mike had the audacity to look offended. “Enough, Michelle! This is serious. I think it’s best if you move out. You can go stay with your mom. Jess and I’ll take over the house.”
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I blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Nope, still not a dream.
I was half-expecting Ashton Kutcher to jump out and tell me I’d been Punk’d. But alas, no Ashton. Just my cheating husband and his very pregnant sidekick.
“Alright,” I calmly said. “I’ll pack my things and leave.”
Mike looked relieved, probably thinking he’d gotten off easy. Jessica’s smile grew wider, like she’d just won the lottery. Little did they know, the lottery was about to hit them back, and hit them hard.
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I went upstairs, packed a suitcase with some essentials, and left without another word.
As I drove to my mom’s house, the shock wore off, and rage took its place. But this wasn’t just any rage. This was the kind of rage that makes you want to do something spectacularly stupid and incredibly satisfying.
The next day, I set my plan in motion.
First stop: the bank. I marched in there like a woman on a mission, which I was. I froze our joint account faster than you can say “cheating jerk.”
The look on the bank manager’s face when I explained why was priceless. I’m pretty sure he was mentally taking notes for his next novel.
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Next, I visited a locksmith.
I remembered overhearing Mike tell Jessica they’d be gone for three days, giving me plenty of time to execute my master plan. It was like the universe was conspiring in my favor, and who was I to argue with destiny?
My next stop: my house. The same cozy house Mike and I once lived together, planning a future that was now a total trainwreck.
The puzzled locksmith probably thought I was crazy, cackling as I had him change all the locks on the house. I may have gone a bit overboard and asked for the most complicated, high-tech locks available. Hey, if I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. And big.
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Then came the movers.
I gave them the spare keys and scheduled them to pack up everything I owned, which was basically everything in the house. I even took the toilet paper. Let’s see how Mike and Jessica enjoy using leaves!
But the piece de resistance? Oh, that was yet to come. I had a brilliant idea that would make this revenge not just sweet, but long-lasting.
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I sent out party invitations. Lots of them. To Mike’s family, our friends, his coworkers, even that nosy neighbor who always complained about our late dog.
The invitation read: “Come celebrate Mike’s new life! Surprise party at our house, tomorrow at 7 p.m.!”
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Then, I commissioned a billboard. Yes, a billboard. A huge one. It was delivered and set up on our front lawn, impossible to miss.
In giant, bold letters, it proclaimed: “Congratulations on Dumping Me for Your Pregnant Mistress, Mike! Hope the Baby Doesn’t Inherit Your Infidelity!”
I stepped back to admire my handiwork, feeling like a mischievous fairy godmother who’d just granted the world’s most ironic wish. With a satisfied smirk and a dramatic hair flip, I sashayed away from the scene, eagerly anticipating the chaos that was about to unfold.
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The next evening, right on cue, my phone rang. It was Mike, and he sounded like he was having an aneurysm.
“Michelle!” he screeched, his voice hitting octaves I didn’t know he could reach. “What the hell is going on? Why are there people at our house? And what’s with this insane billboard?”
“Oh, that?” I said, trying to sound innocent. “Just a little housewarming party for you and Jessica. Don’t you like the decorations?”
“Decorations? It’s a freaking circus out here! And why can’t I get into the house?”
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I couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, honey, you told me to move out, remember? You never said anything about you staying there. I just remembered that the house is solely under my name. So, I changed the locks. Oopsie!”
There was a long silence on the other end. I could almost hear the gears in his tiny brain trying to process what was happening.
“Where are we supposed to go?” he finally sputtered.
“Gee, I don’t know, Mike. Maybe Jessica’s mom would love to have you? I hear pregnancy hormones and in-laws mix really well.”
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I hung up, feeling lighter than I had in years. But wait, there was more!
In the days that followed, I had the utilities cut off, canceled the cable, and made sure all our joint assets were transferred into my name. I listed the house for sale, making sure to mention in the listing that it came with a “bonus front lawn art installation.”
I had Mike served with divorce papers at work. I specifically requested the mailman to dress up as a pregnant woman. Just for funsies.
But the universe wasn’t done with Mike yet. Oh no, it had saved the best for last.
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A week later, I got a call from Jessica. Yes, that Jessica. She was crying so hard I could barely understand her.
“Michelle,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I mean, Mike told me you two were separated. And now… now he’s broke and homeless, and I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do!”
I almost felt bad for her. Almost.
“Well, Jessica,” I said, trying to keep the glee out of my voice, “I hear the circus is always looking for new acts. Maybe you two could start a juggling duo? You juggle the baby, he juggles his lies?”
She didn’t appreciate my humor. Tsk! Tsk!
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As it turns out, when Jessica found out that Mike was now homeless, broke, and the laughingstock of the town, she decided that maybe being with a guy who had no money, no house, and no future wasn’t such a great idea after all.
She dumped him faster than you can say “Karma’s a b****!”
Last I heard, Mike was living in a tiny apartment, trying to scrape together enough money to pay bills and feed his hungry belly. His family had cut him off, disgusted by his behavior.
They even sent me a fruit basket and a sorry card. I ate the fruits while soaking in my new jacuzzi.
As for me? Well, the house sold for a nice profit. I moved to a beautiful new place, started my own business, and adopted a cat. I named him Karma.
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So yeah, my revenge might have been a bit over the top. But let’s be real, bringing home a pregnant mistress and trying to kick me out of my own house? That’s not just crossing a line, that’s pole-vaulting over it and then setting the pole on fire.
In the end, I learned a valuable lesson: When life gives you lemons, don’t just make lemonade. Squeeze those lemons into the eyes of those who wronged you, and then sit back and watch them stumble around blindly. It’s much more satisfying.
And remember, folks: cheaters never prosper, but the cheated-on with a good sense of humor and a flair for the dramatic? Oh, we do just fine!
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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