While Sutton is on a business trip, the last thing she expects to discover is that her husband is having an affair, resulting in a pregnancy. But after Jacob moves out, and the months go by, Sutton plans her revenge. It was a year ago when life as I knew it changed dramatically. I was on a business trip, trying to secure a deal that would help us get through our son’s medical bills. A woman holding her handbag | Source: Midjourney A woman holding her handbag | Source: Midjourney My three-year-old, Danny, had been ill at the time, going in and out of the hospital, and every moment away from him felt like torture. I mean, when your child needed you, he needed you. But I never anticipated that the real torture was happening at home. Jacob, my husband of eight years, had cheated on me with his colleague, Jessie. At first, neither of them said anything, especially when Jessie used to come over and work with Jacob at the dining table until the early hours. A couple working at a dining table | Source: Midjourney A couple working at a dining table | Source: Midjourney “I can’t help it, Sutton,” Jacob said. “Work is work.” But then I found out in the worst possible way. I saw Jessie at a supermarket. She called out to me, flaunting her pregnancy. “Congratulations, Jess!” I said, pointing to her belly. “Thanks! Jacob got me pregnant,” she announced with an unsettling calmness. A pregnant woman at a grocery store | Source: Midjourney A pregnant woman at a grocery store | Source: Midjourney My heart broke into a million pieces, just like the bottle of gherkins that slipped through my hands. Jacob didn’t even try to deny it. He packed his things immediately. “I don’t regret anything,” he said. “I am fed up, both with you and this little burden of a child. He is always sick!” And then he walked out of our lives. The last glimpse I had of him was him slamming the door. A man wheeling out a suitcase | Source: Midjourney A man wheeling out a suitcase | Source: Midjourney “Good riddance,” I said to myself, but I was unable to keep my tears in. I had never felt so blindsided in my entire life. For months, I was lost in a haze of grief and anger. I couldn’t understand any of this. I couldn’t understand what I had done so wrong for Jacob to find solace in another woman. How could he do this to Danny and me? An upset woman sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney An upset woman sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney But then, I found something that Jacob had left behind. It was a keychain from his grandfather that was usually attached to him. It wasn’t valuable or anything, but I knew that it meant the world to him. That was when I began to devise my plan. I waited patiently for months. “Oh, Jacob,” I said to myself as I sat on my bed. “You have no idea what’s coming your way.” An old keychain | Source: Midjourney An old keychain | Source: Midjourney I wanted to strike when he least expected it, to make sure that the wound would be as deep as possible. I needed him to feel some sort of pain, and even if it was just a fraction of what I felt, it would be something. When the time came, I called Jacob and told him he could come to collect his precious keychain. “Jacob, I found something of yours,” I said, my voice steady. A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney “What is it?” he asked, sounding wary. “Your grandad’s keychain,” I said. “Don’t you just love that old thing?” “Sutton, I thought I lost it!” he exclaimed. “Nope, it’s here,” I said. “Come get it on Saturday. At 10 AM. Or I’m going to throw it away.” A man holding his phone | Source: Midjourney A man holding his phone | Source: Midjourney Jacob tried to get out of it, and I knew what the reason was. My calculations were correct. “Jessie’s due date is on Saturday,” he said. “I need to be with her. I need to see my son the moment he comes out.” But I was unfazed. “Saturday, or it’s going in the bin,” I repeated. “Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll be there.” A pregnant woman | Source: Midjourney A pregnant woman | Source: Midjourney On Saturday morning, I wondered if I had done the wrong thing. But Jacob deserved it. He was ready to throw Danny and me away for his new family. A new son. “What do you want for breakfast, honey?” I asked Danny as he made his way into the kitchen. “Pancakes,” he said, sitting at the counter across from me. Pancakes on a counter | Source: Midjourney Pancakes on a counter | Source: Midjourney How could Jacob have given up on this little boy? When he arrived, I invited him in for a talk. He seemed almost relieved, as if hoping we could resolve things amicably. As if. “I just wanted to swing by here before going back to the hospital,” he said. “Jessie went into labor last night, and I took her in. It’s literally just a matter of time.” A smiling man | Source: Midjourney A smiling man | Source: Midjourney “Okay,” I said. “Do you want a cup of coffee?” Jacob nodded and smiled, following me into the kitchen. “While you’re here, let’s discuss how to split our parental rights over Danny,” I suggested. “He needs stability in some form, irrespective of where we are with our marriage.” Jacob, being the smug fool, thought that this was his ticket out of paying alimony. A couple sitting at a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney A couple sitting at a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney “I’m sorry for everything, really,” he said, reaching out to hug me as the kettle went off. I let him, knowing that this would seal his fate. We ended up speaking for about an hour, with Jacob picking at the leftover pancakes from breakfast. He seemed at ease and not in a rush at all. Any woman would lose her mind, knowing that her partner was comfortably with someone else while she was in labor. A pregnant woman sitting in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney A pregnant woman sitting in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney What Jacob didn’t know, was that the nanny camera was on a shelf in the kitchen, recording everything with a timestamp. Another thing that Jacob didn’t pay attention to was the familiarity between us. The entire time we sat together talking, he kept reaching for my arm or running his hand down my back. Sure, it meant nothing to me. And probably nothing to him, too. But I knew it would mean something to Jessie. “Here you go,” I said when we reached the door, handing his keychain to him. A close up of a camera | Source: Midjourney A close up of a camera | Source: Midjourney Jacob’s eyes softened. “Thank you,” he said. “You know how much this means to me.” I nodded. From the angle we were standing, if Jacob merely moved an inch, the recording could easily be mistaken for a kiss. As he drove off, I picked up my laptop and got the footage from the nanny camera. It was time to finally get my revenge. A woman using a laptop | Source: Midjourney A woman using a laptop | Source: Midjourney I hope he showers and changes his clothes between being with me and holding his newborn. Congratulations on being stuck with this cheater for the rest of your life! I attached the video and pressed send. The fallout was glorious and immediate. It turns out that Jessie revoked Jacob’s access to her ward, telling security that she didn’t want him near her. When he arrived, the matron wouldn’t tell him why he couldn’t see his newborn or Jessie. Security had to escort him out as he yelled and pleaded, making a scene. A man standing in a hospital hallway | Source: Midjourney A man standing in a hospital hallway | Source: Midjourney Finally, something must have clicked because Jacob called me. “What have you done?” he demanded. “I just made sure that you take responsibility for your actions,” I replied coolly. “Your second son doesn’t need a dad like you. Neither does Danny. Today was the last time you’d ever set foot in this house again.” A smiling little boy | Source: Midjourney A smiling little boy | Source: Midjourney For days after, Jacob harassed me with calls and texts, begging for an explanation, for forgiveness, for anything really. “I’m living with my cousin because Jessie cut off all contact with me. My mother doesn’t even want to talk to me, Sutton. She said that I ruined the lives of two innocent children and she’ll never forgive me. She’s embarrassed by me.” “But that’s exactly what you did, Jacob,” I said. “You did ruin two boys and their mothers, too.” An upset man | Source: Midjourney An upset man | Source: Midjourney But do you know what was even better? As the months rolled by, I watched with satisfaction and a sense of melancholy as Jacob’s life fell apart. His job suffered because he just wasn’t settled at all. His social circle seemed to dwindle, and he seemed to be a shadow of his former self. I was doing well. But then an interaction with Danny made me question if I was too harsh. A pensive woman | Source: Midjourney A pensive woman | Source: Midjourney “Mom, why doesn’t Dad come home anymore?” Danny asked one night as I tucked him into bed. I knew this moment would come, and now that it was here, I didn’t know what to say. I sighed, stroking his hair gently. “Dad had to go away for a while, sweetheart. But I’m here.” He looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes. A little boy in his bed | Source: Midjourney A little boy in his bed | Source: Midjourney “Do you still love him?” he asked. How do you explain the truth to a child, that the person they look up to has broken your family? “I love you, Danny,” I said, evading the question. “And that’s all that matters.” But now, I feel horrible. Was my revenge too much? A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney What would you have done? If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you | My Husband Abandoned Me during Labor to Help His Mom with Groceries – He Soon Learned His Lesson When Aria is in labor with her and Dave’s firstborn baby, she’s horrified to see him leave the hospital just because his mother called. Things get worse when Aria discovers that the reason was because Dave needed to help with his mother’s groceries. What is Aria going to do next? I never imagined I’d be writing this, but here I am, needing to vent and share the valuable lesson my husband learned the hard way. I’m 32 and stepping into motherhood. My husband, Dave, is 34 and has always had a bit of a complicated relationship with his mother. A close-up of a woman | Source: Midjourney A close-up of a woman | Source: Midjourney Marlene is the type of mother who called for every little thing, expecting him to drop everything and come as soon as she needed. “Hey, Aria,” Dave would say. “Mom needs me, I’ll be right back.” And he would dash out of the house, ready to save the day. A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney I used to find it endearing until the day I went into labor. I was at 38 weeks, and I knew that the time was coming. One evening, I felt the contractions start. Everything was going smoothly until I was about six hours into the agonizing labor. “Just breathe, darling,” Dave said, squeezing my hand. “Before you know it, our little girl will be here!” A smiling pregnant woman | Source: Midjourney A smiling pregnant woman | Source: Midjourney But then, Dave’s phone rang, and he quickly stepped out into the hall to take the call. When he came back, he seemed a bit agitated. Then, just a few minutes later, his phone buzzed with a text message. He read it and looked concerned, his eyes darting all over the room as he was lost in his thoughts. “What’s going on?” I asked, already feeling anxious and vulnerable. A frustrated man | Source: Midjourney A frustrated man | Source: Midjourney He looked at me, almost annoyed that I had the audacity to ask him. “I need to go, Aria. But it will be quick. I’ll be quick, promise.” Read the full story here. 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.

When I met my fiancé, Antoine, I never imagined our love story would involve uncovering dark family secrets. During a visit to his parents’ idyllic French countryside home, a shocking dinner conversation revealed hidden truths that changed our lives forever.

I met my fiancé, Antoine, a year ago during his exchange year in the US. We met at a common university class and quickly fell in love. When he proposed, I was overjoyed and eagerly agreed. We decided it was time for me to meet his parents, who were French. I was excited but also nervous about making a good impression.

A happy couple | Source: Pexels

A happy couple | Source: Pexels

“Don’t worry,” Antoine said, squeezing my hand. “They’ll love you.”

“I hope so,” I replied, my stomach in knots.

When we arrived at their beautiful home in the countryside, I was amazed. The house was charming, surrounded by blooming flowers and lush greenery. Antoine’s parents, Pierre and Marie, greeted us warmly.

A big house with a garden | Source: Pexels

A big house with a garden | Source: Pexels

“Bienvenue!” Marie said, hugging me. She was petite with bright eyes and a warm smile.

“Welcome to our home,” Pierre added, shaking my hand firmly. He was tall with a kind face.

They seemed kind and welcoming. I was relieved.

Their home was stunning. The old stone walls and the garden made it look like a postcard. Inside, it was cozy and full of character. I felt a little more at ease.

“Your home is beautiful,” I said, admiring the decor.

A woman looking at a big beautiful house | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking at a big beautiful house | Source: Midjourney

“Thank you,” Marie replied. “We’re happy you like it.”

The dinner table was lively with conversation. The food was incredible—rich French dishes that I couldn’t get enough of. Antoine and his parents spoke a mix of English and French.

“So, tell us about yourself,” Pierre asked.

I took a deep breath and shared a bit about my life. “I work as a graphic designer. I love creating art and helping clients bring their visions to life. In my free time, I enjoy hiking and photography. Capturing the beauty of nature is one of my passions.”

A woman talking about herself at a formal dinner | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking about herself at a formal dinner | Source: Midjourney

They listened intently, nodding and smiling. Marie seemed especially interested. “That sounds wonderful. Do you have any favorite places to hike?”

“Yes,” I replied, warming up to the conversation. “There’s a beautiful trail near my hometown with stunning views. I also love visiting national parks whenever I can.”

Pierre smiled. “It’s always nice to meet someone with such a passion for nature.”

Their genuine interest made me feel more comfortable. The conversation flowed easily, and I started to relax, feeling a sense of belonging despite the initial nervousness.

A middle-aged couple at a formal dinner | Source: Midjourney

A middle-aged couple at a formal dinner | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll be right back,” Antoine said, excusing himself to the bathroom.

I smiled at Pierre and Marie, trying to maintain the pleasant atmosphere. They smiled back, then started speaking in French, assuming I couldn’t understand.

“Elle est gentille, mais je ne suis pas sûr qu’elle soit la bonne pour Antoine,” Pierre said.

My face went pale. They were discussing whether I was right for Antoine.

“Nous devons nous assurer qu’elle ne découvre pas notre secret,” Marie replied.

A shocked woman in a formal dress | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman in a formal dress | Source: Midjourney

My heart raced. What secret?

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I understood every word. They were talking about something hidden in Antoine’s childhood room.

“L’objet est toujours sous le lit,” Pierre said. “Nous devons le récupérer avant qu’Antoine ne le trouve.”

My hands started to shake. They had hidden something under Antoine’s bed, something they didn’t want him to find.

The couple talking about their secret | Source: Midjourney

The couple talking about their secret | Source: Midjourney

When Antoine returned, I grabbed his hand. “Go upstairs and check under your bed in your childhood room. Trust me.”

He looked confused but nodded. “Excuse me,” he said to his parents, leaving the table.

I felt dizzy and cold. My mind was racing. What were they hiding? Why didn’t they want Antoine to find it? I stood up, but the room started to spin. I could hear Pierre and Marie calling my name, but their voices sounded distant.

A woman is about to lose consciousness | Source: Midjourney

A woman is about to lose consciousness | Source: Midjourney

“Are you okay?” Marie asked, reaching out to steady me.

Everything went black.

I woke up in a hospital bed, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of medical equipment. Antoine sat beside me, his eyes red from crying, his hand holding mine tightly.

“Thank God you’re awake,” he whispered, his voice shaky.

I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my head made me wince. “What happened?” I asked, my throat dry and raspy.

A shocked woman in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

“You fainted during dinner,” Antoine said, gently squeezing my hand. “The doctors said it was a combination of stress and low blood sugar. But more importantly, what you told me… I went upstairs and checked under the bed. I found it.”

My heart raced as I recalled the conversation I overheard. “What did you find?” I asked.

Antoine looked around to make sure we were alone before leaning in closer. “It was a small wooden box, locked. I managed to pick the lock open, and inside… there were old letters, photographs, and… a journal. It was written by my mother.”

A worried young man | Source: Midjourney

A worried young man | Source: Midjourney

He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. “In the journal, she wrote about a family secret, something she and my father had been hiding from me. It turns out, my real mother wasn’t Marie. My biological mother was someone else entirely. She had an affair with my father, and when I was born, Marie agreed to raise me as her own to save the family’s reputation.”

I felt a chill run down my spine. “Why would they keep that from you?” I asked, shocked.

A shocked woman in her hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman in her hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

Antoine shook his head. “I’m not sure. But there’s more. The journal also mentioned a substantial inheritance left by my biological mother. It was hidden away, meant for me once I turned 30. But my parents, Pierre and Marie, had been trying to find it and keep it for themselves.”

The weight of the revelation hung heavy in the air. “What are you going to do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

A black and white photo of a woman writing | Source: Midjourney

A black and white photo of a woman writing | Source: Midjourney

Antoine sighed. “I don’t know yet. I need to confront them, but I want to do it carefully. If they’ve been hiding this from me my entire life, who knows what else they’re capable of?”

I reached out and touched his face gently. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”

He nodded, a look of determination in his eyes. “Yes, together.”

We spent the next few days in the hospital, talking and planning. Antoine shared more details from the journal, and we discussed our options. We decided to keep the information to ourselves for now and to observe his parents’ actions.

A woman in hospital bed talking to her boyfriend | Source: Midjourney

A woman in hospital bed talking to her boyfriend | Source: Midjourney

“We need to see if they reveal anything else,” Antoine said. “If they suspect I know the truth, they might become even more secretive or destructive. I’m 31 already anyway, and my lawyer knows that.”

I agreed. “It’s best to be cautious. We can’t let them know we’re onto them.”

Reflecting on our emotional journey from meeting Antoine’s parents to uncovering the family secret, I felt a mix of emotions. It was overwhelming, but with Antoine by my side, I knew we could handle it.

“We’ve been through so much already,” I said, squeezing his hand. “But we’re stronger together.”

Holding hands | Source: Pexels

Holding hands | Source: Pexels

Antoine smiled, his eyes full of determination. “We’ll uncover the truth and secure what’s rightfully mine. And we’ll do it together. I have a plan.”

Leaving the hospital, we felt a renewed sense of purpose. The road ahead would be challenging, but our relationship had never been stronger. We were united, ready to face whatever came next.

As we drove back to Antoine’s parents’ house, I looked at him and smiled. “No matter what happens, we’ve got this.”

A couple driving | Source: Pexels

A couple driving | Source: Pexels

He smiled back, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “Yes, we do. Together.”

With that, we continued our journey, knowing that our love and solidarity would see us through the challenges ahead.

My Future In-Laws Pretended Not to Know Me during Their Lunch – A Week Later, I Taught Them a Proper Lesson

I thought I had the perfect fiancé, but his parents were a different story. When they snubbed me in public, I decided to teach them a lesson at our wedding rehearsal dinner. Little did I know how this risky plan would change everything.

I’d been engaged to Nathan for a year, and everything was perfect — except for one tiny, festering cloud: his family. From the moment I met them, they’d been frosty. Side-eye glances, the whole passive-aggressive nine yards. But they never gave me a reason in person.

An elderly man casting a cold look | Source: Pexels

An elderly man casting a cold look | Source: Pexels

I’m Cora, by the way. A biologist in my early 30s. I live a pretty modest life, despite… well, we’ll get to that later.

Last week, I was out shopping for wedding stuff when I spotted Nathan’s parents, Evelyn and Robert, at this fancy restaurant. They were with some young woman I didn’t know.

I waved at them, trying to be friendly. But when they saw me, they both made these wry faces and pretended not to recognize me. It was the last straw.

A woman waves in passing | Source: Pexels

A woman waves in passing | Source: Pexels

I told my best friend, Vanessa, later that day. We were having coffee at my place.

“They just… ignored you?” Vanessa’s eyes widened. “That’s so rude!”

I nodded, stirring my coffee absently. “I don’t get it. What did I ever do to them?”

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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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