My husband left me for another woman after making fun of my pregnancy appearance, but I laughed in the end – Story of the Da
During my pregnancy, my husband changed. He mocked my appearance, ignored my pain, and made me feel worthless. Then he left me for another woman, thinking he had won. But what he didn’t know was that I had my own plan. And when the time came, he never saw it coming.
Pregnancy. One of the most beautiful moments in a woman’s life. That is, of course, if she has a loving husband who supports her at all times.
As for me, not only did I have constant morning sickness throughout all the months of pregnancy, but also Arnie, who never tired of reminding me how awful I was starting to look.
Before my pregnancy, we had a good relationship. Arnie practically carried me in his arms.
He made me feel like the most loved woman in the world, always finding little ways to show his love.
When we decided to have a child, he was as happy as I was, grinning from ear to ear while holding the positive test in his hands.
But as soon as I got pregnant and my body began to change, it was as if he had been replaced by someone else.
At first, it was just little comments. “At least you could dress better for your husband instead of wearing pajamas all day,” he muttered once.
It didn’t matter that I had spent the whole day by the toilet, vomiting at the slightest smell.
Then he started complaining. “You spend all day lying down,” he grumbled one night, taking off his shoes. “This house is a mess.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Arnie, my back hurts and I have nausea all the time. I can barely stand without feeling dizzy.”
Then Arnie started coming home late, always glued to his phone, sending messages to someone.
It made me uneasy, but every time I asked him, he brushed it off quickly. “Just work,” he said.
One night, I was already eight months pregnant. My belly was huge, my feet swollen, and I was struggling to breathe. Arnie came home late, smelling of a woman’s perfume.
“Where have you been?” I asked. My voice came out weaker than I wanted.
Arnie didn’t even look at me. He threw his keys on the table and shrugged.
“None of your business,” he muttered and headed straight to the kitchen. “JESSICA!” His voice echoed through the apartment.
I shuddered. My heart was pounding. It was very hard to get up from the sofa.
My back hurt. My legs felt stiff. I grabbed the armrest for support and forced myself toward the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” I asked, breathing heavily.
Arnie was standing by the fridge, looking at me. “Where’s dinner?”
My stomach twisted. I swallowed hard. “I feel sick again. I’ve tried, but every time I smell food, I run straight to the bathroom.”
Arnie rolled his eyes. He turned toward the sink and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Couldn’t you have at least washed the dishes?”
He raised his voice. “I come home exhausted and this place is a mess! No food. No clean dishes. What do you do all day?”
Tears stung my eyes. “Arnie, I’m sorry. I wish I could, but I feel awful.” My voice broke.
He mocked me. “All you do is sit around in pajamas.”
I put my hand on my belly. “I’m pregnant with our daughter. My body is working hard.”
“Don’t start!” he cut me off. “My sister was pregnant. She did everything. Cooked. Cleaned. Still looked good. And she never ignored her husband in bed.”
I exclaimed. My chest hurt like I’d been punched. “Pregnancy isn’t the same for everyone. I didn’t think it would be this hard either, but I’m doing it for her. For us.”
Arnie sneered. “Stop making excuses. You’re just lazy.”
He stormed out. A second later, the front door slammed shut. I stood there, gripping the counter, tears streaming down my face.
I sat down in a chair and covered my face with my hands. My body shook, my shoulders trembled, and my chest ached with every breath.
How had it come to this? How could the man who once promised to love and cherish me now treat me like I was nothing?
That night, I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts spun in circles, tormenting me with endless questions.
Where had Arnie gone? Was he with another woman? Hours passed, the silence in the house grew heavier and heavier, until just before dawn, a message appeared on my screen.
“He’s here. Needed some space.”
It was from his mother. I felt a wave of relief, but it didn’t last long. At least he hadn’t gone to another woman that night.
When Arnie returned, things only got worse. His eyes were full of resentment, his words sharp and cold.
He constantly criticized me, making me feel like a failure.
“This place is always dirty.” “You spend all day lying down.” “You don’t even try to take care of yourself.”
His voice was full of disgust, and each comment hurt me more deeply.
One day I told everything to my best friend. She listened, her expression darkening with every word. “Jessica, you have to leave him,” she said.
I shook my head, a lump in my throat. “I can’t. I’m pregnant. I have no money, no job, nowhere to go.”
“You have people who care about you. You’re not alone,” she insisted. “You don’t deserve this.”
I wanted to believe her, but fear held me back. No matter how much Arnie hurt me, I didn’t know how to walk away.
Then one night, everything changed. Arnie was in the shower. His phone, which he never left unattended, lit up with a notification. My hands trembled as I grabbed it and unlocked it.
A dating app. Dozens of messages. Women he had been flirting with, seeing, and sleeping with while I was home, pregnant with his daughter.
My stomach dropped, and I pressed my belly as if to protect my baby from the pain, but at that moment my mind cleared. I had to leave him. But I needed a plan.
The next day, I put it into motion. And very soon, just when I was about to give birth, Arnie walked through the door with another woman.
“Who is she?” I screamed, my voice trembling with rage and disbelief.
Arnie stood in the doorway, completely unfazed. He wrapped an arm around the young woman beside him and smiled smugly. “This is Stacy, my girlfriend,” he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
My stomach twisted. “WHAT?!” I shouted. I clenched my hands and breathed in short gasps.
“You heard me,” he said, cold and distant. He pulled a folder from under his arm and threw it on the table. “I’m leaving you. Here are the divorce papers.”
My whole body went numb. I stared at him, then at the folder, unable to process what was happening. Instinctively, I put my hand on my belly. “What about our daughter?” I asked, barely above a whisper.
Arnie shrugged. “I don’t want either you or your daughter.”
Tears filled my eyes. “How can you do this to us? How can you be so cruel?”
Arnie was standing by the fridge, looking at me. “Where’s dinner?”
My stomach twisted. I swallowed hard. “I feel sick again. I’ve tried, but every time I smell food, I run straight to the bathroom.”
Arnie rolled his eyes. He turned toward the sink and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Could you at least have done the dishes?”
He raised his voice. “I come home exhausted and this place is a mess! No food. No clean dishes. What do you do all day?”
Tears burned my eyes. “Arnie, I’m sorry. I wish I could, but I feel awful.” My voice cracked.
He mocked me. “All you do is sit around in your pajamas.”
I put a hand on my belly. “I’m pregnant with our daughter. My body is working hard.”
“Don’t start!” he cut me off. “My sister was pregnant. She did everything. Cooked. Cleaned. Still looked good. And never ignored her husband in bed.”
I exclaimed. My chest hurt as if someone had punched me. “Pregnancy isn’t the same for everyone. I didn’t think it would be this hard either, but I’m doing it for her. For us.”
Arnie sneered. “Stop making excuses. You’re just lazy.”
He stormed out. A second later, the front door slammed shut. I stood gripping the counter, tears streaming down my face.
I sat down in a chair and covered my face with my hands. My body was trembling, my shoulders shaking, and my chest ached with every breath.
How had it come to this? How could the man who once promised to love me now treat me like I was nothing?
That night I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts spun in circles, tormenting me with endless questions.
Where had Arnie gone? Was he with someone else? Hours passed, and the silence in the house grew heavier, until just before dawn, a message appeared on my screen.
He’s here. He needed space.
It was from his mother. A wave of relief washed over me, but it didn’t last long. He hadn’t left with another woman, at least not that night.
When Arnie came back, things only got worse. His gaze was full of resentment, his words sharp and cold.
He constantly criticized me, making me feel like a failure.
“This place is always dirty.” “You lie around all day.” “You don’t even try to take care of yourself.”
His voice was full of disgust, and every comment hurt me more deeply.
One day I told everything to my best friend. She listened, and her expression darkened with every word. “Jessica, you have to leave him,” she said.
I shook my head, a lump in my throat. “I can’t. I’m pregnant. I have no money, no job, nowhere to go.”
“You have people who care about you. You’re not alone,” she insisted. “You don’t deserve this.”
I wanted to believe her, but fear held me back. No matter how much Arnie hurt me, I didn’t know how to leave.
Then, one night, everything changed. Arnie was in the shower. His phone, which he never left unattended, lit up with a notification. My hands shook as I grabbed it and unlocked it.
A dating app. Dozens of messages. Women he had been flirting with, seeing, and sleeping with while I was at home, pregnant with his daughter.
My stomach dropped, and I pressed my belly as if to protect my baby from the pain, but at that moment my mind cleared. I had to leave him. But I needed a plan.
The next day, I put it into motion. And very soon, just as I was about to give birth, Arnie walked in with another woman.
“Who is she?” I shouted, my voice trembling with anger and disbelief.
Arnie stood in the doorway, completely unfazed. He put an arm around the young woman beside him and smiled smugly. “This is Stacy, my girlfriend,” he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
My stomach twisted. “WHAT?!” I screamed. I clenched my fists and breathed in short gasps.
“You heard me,” he said coldly and distantly. He pulled a folder from under his arm and threw it on the table. “I’m leaving you. Here are the divorce papers.”
My whole body went numb. I stared at him, then at the folder, unable to process what was happening. Instinctively, I put my hand on my belly. “What about our daughter?” I asked in a barely audible whisper.
Arnie shrugged. “I don’t want either of you.”
Tears filled my eyes. “How can you do this to us? How can you be so cruel?”
“Stacy! Come back to me! I beg you! I have nothing left!” Arnie’s voice was desperate, his hands reaching out, searching for her, while he stood frozen in the doorway.
I crossed my arms and tilted my head. “Poor thing,” I said, with a playful tone.
Arnie turned his head toward me. His face twisted with anger. “What are YOU doing here?” he shouted.
I raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t expecting this, were you?” I stepped forward. “I tricked you, Arnie. You fell into my trap with Stacy.”
He frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”
I let out a small laugh. “At some point, I got fed up with your disgusting behavior. Your lies. Your affairs. So I hired Stacy—a young and beautiful woman—to seduce you. And you, being exactly who I knew you were, didn’t even hesitate. You were so blinded by your own ego that you didn’t realize you were handing everything over to me.”
His face turned red with fury. “Witch! You set me up!”
I shrugged. “No, Arnie. Your own lust set you up. I just gave you the perfect chance to destroy yourself.”
His anger faded into something pathetic. He looked me up and down, eyes full of regret. “Come back to me. I’ll do better,” he pleaded.
I didn’t even hesitate. “No.”
“You’ll never find anyone else but me! No man will ever want you!” he spat.
I smiled, satisfied. “Look at me: I’m doing great, and now I don’t have a useless man dragging me down. Meanwhile, you barely have a home. I think I’ll be fine.”
“Jessica, please,” he begged, his voice breaking.
I turned away without another word and went back inside. The lock clicked behind me.
I took Riley in my arms, holding her close. I had her, and I didn’t need anything else.
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