What was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of my life quickly turned into something I never imagined facing. Instead of canceling the celebration, I decided to use it to reveal the truth in a way no one would forget.
I’m 27, married to Grant (30), and pregnant with our first child. This baby was supposed to be our fresh start.
But when I discovered the truth about my husband’s secret affair, nothing could stop me from getting revenge.
Grant and I had been through a rocky patch the year before. There was a lot of stress around his job and moving into a new place, but things had started to feel solid again. Or so I thought.
We had spent weeks planning the gender reveal or baby shower.
My best friend Lila designed all the decor herself. My mom handled the catering. The person I thought was my soulmate even seemed excited about the whole thing.
He picked the cake flavor and blew up balloons in the living room while making dumb dad jokes.
I had the perfect pale blue dress picked out, even though I didn’t know the gender of our child, and Grant bought a pink shirt. My dress was flowy and soft, and I felt good in it, even with my swelling ankles and sore back.
The party was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life.
But then, two nights before the big event, everything shattered.
It was around 11 p.m. I had gone upstairs early because my body was begging for rest, but I couldn’t sleep.
I came down for water and found Grant passed out on the couch, his phone buzzing on the armrest beside him.
I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not the type to snoop. I’ve always respected his privacy, even when we fought. But when I glanced over, the name lighting up the screen stopped me cold: “M💋.”
It wasn’t a contact I recognized.
Something about the kiss emoji next to the “M” made my stomach drop. My baby kicked at that moment, like he knew something was wrong, too.
I picked up the phone. The lock screen notifications showed parts of texts: “Last night was amazing…” and “Can’t wait to see you again tonight 😘.” My hands were trembling.
I unlocked it. Grant had never set up Face ID or a passcode, which felt like a betrayal in itself after what I saw.
There were dozens of messages!
There were flirty texts and hotel confirmations. One said, “Wear that black dress, I like.” And then the worst part was a selfie of Grant, smiling, with the woman saved as “M💋” kissing his cheek.
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