I married Jake, the guy from the office. We’d only been dating for six months, but everything was so intense and serious that we decided to tie the knot. And then, right after our wedding, he starts insisting, almost freaking out, about us trying for a baby immediately. I thought, “Okay, maybe he’s just super excited, wanting to start our new life right away.” But then, one weekend, while he was showering, his laptop pinged with a reminder, and a message popped up from a woman. I couldn’t look away. Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach because the message was like, “Is she pregnant yet? REMEMBER OUR DEAL. If you don’t…”
…“If you don’t get her pregnant soon, the inheritance clause won’t apply — and we’re both out.”
My hands were trembling. Inheritance? Deal? Who was this woman?
I scrolled through their chat, and my world crumbled. It turned out Jake wasn’t desperate for a baby out of love or excitement — he needed me to get pregnant so he could unlock a massive family trust fund. And the woman texting him? His ex — the one he promised he’d “never gotten over.”
The plan was clear: marry me fast, secure the pregnancy, collect the money, and then… leave.
When he came out of the shower, towel around his waist, I was sitting there with his laptop open. His face went pale.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just said, “Jake, congratulations. You just lost both your wife and your golden ticket.”
By the next morning, his bags were on the curb, and I had already called a lawyer.
Sometimes, the truth hurts worse than betrayal — but it also sets you free.
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