My Husband Called Me A “Worthless Incubator” And Left While I Was 6 Months Pregnant. Now He’s Back To Steal A $200k Inheritance Using My Name. How Do I Make Him Regret Every Single Day?

The Day He Left

My husband walked out calling me “worthless incubator” while I was pregnant. Now he needs my signature for his inheritance.

I was six months pregnant when Brett came home and said he needed to talk. Not about baby names or the nursery we’d been planning. He’d met someone at his CrossFit gym, said she made him feel alive again and that I’d let myself go.

I was literally growing his child and he said I’d gotten lazy and boring. Called me a “worthless incubator” who trapped him with a baby. Then he packed his stuff and left, just like that.

Five years of marriage gone because some 22-year-old at the gym told him he deserved better. He blocked my number before he even pulled out of the driveway.

His mom called the next day asking what I did to make him leave. Not checking if I was okay, just assuming I’d done something wrong. When I told her he left me for another woman, she said maybe I should have tried harder to keep his interest.

His whole family unfriended me online that same week. I had to handle everything alone. Every doctor appointment, every birthing class, every middle-of-the-night panic about being a single mom. Brett never asked about the baby, never sent money, nothing. I paid for everything myself while working until the day I went into labor.

Life Alone

When our daughter Haley was born, I texted him from one of my friends’ phones. He responded saying he wasn’t ready to be tied down and I should handle it. That’s it. No questions about her health, her name, nothing.

My brother had to drive me home from the hospital because Brett was too busy with his new life. For 2 years I raised Haley alone. He never paid child support because he’d quit his corporate job to become a personal trainer at his girlfriend’s daddy’s gym. Cash only, no official income to report.

I worked from home doing data entry while taking care of a baby. Brett was living in his girlfriend’s condo, posting gym selfies and vacation photos. Never once asked about Haley. His family acted like she didn’t exist.

Then his girlfriend’s dad sold the gym and fired him. She dumped him the same week and suddenly Brett remembered he had a family.

The Unwelcome Return

He showed up at my door at 10 p.m. on a Tuesday with a duffel bag. Said he was ready to come home and be a father now. Like he’d been away on a business trip or something.

I laughed and tried to close the door but he pushed his way in. Started talking about how we could make it work, how he’d grown as a person, how he missed what we had. Never apologized for leaving. Never mentioned the horrible things he said. Never asked about what we’d been through.

He actually went to the kitchen and started making himself a sandwich with my food. Said he’d sleep on the couch until I was ready to let him back in the bedroom.

I told him to leave and he said I couldn’t kick him out because his name was still on the lease. He’d been thinking about coming back so he never took himself off it. The landlord confirmed Brett had the right to stay.

So this man who abandoned his pregnant wife moved into my living room like a squatter. He’d eat my food, use my stuff, leave his gym clothes everywhere. When Haley woke up crying, he’d complain about the noise. Never offered to help, just complained.

His mom started calling again saying how wonderful it was that Brett was giving me another chance. That I should be grateful he came back at all. She actually said most men wouldn’t return to a woman who’d gained baby weight.

I hadn’t even gained that much weight but apparently existing as a normal postpartum woman was offensive to their family.

The Secret Inheritance

Brett started bringing dates to the apartment. Said since we weren’t together he could do what he wanted in his own home. These random women would be in my kitchen at breakfast while I’m trying to feed Haley. One of them asked if I was the nanny. Brett didn’t correct her.

After 3 weeks of this, Brett’s dad died. Turns out he’d been rich from some patents he owned. Left Brett $200,000 but with one condition: Brett had to be legally married to receive it.

Guess who was still legally married to Brett because he’d abandoned the divorce papers I’d sent him? Suddenly Brett was super interested in being a husband again. Brought flowers, ordered takeout, said we should work things out for Haley’s sake.

When I said no, he got nasty. Said no judge would give a broke single mom full custody when he was about to have money. Said he’d take Haley just to spite me if I didn’t cooperate.

That’s when I played my cards. I pulled out my phone and opened the folder I’d been building since the day he walked back into my life. Screenshots of every text message he’d sent from that burner number. Photos of the dates he’d brought home. A spreadsheet tracking every dollar I’d spent on Haley while he posted vacation pictures online.

Brett’s face went from smug to pale in about three seconds. I showed him the text he’d sent when Haley was born. The one where he said he wasn’t ready to be tied down. Showed him the witness statements from my neighbors who’d seen him bring different women into my apartment while his 2-year-old daughter slept in the next room.

Showed him the bank records proving he’d contributed exactly 0 to raising his child. He tried to grab my phone but I pulled it back and reminded him that everything was backed up in three different places. His hands were shaking a little bit now and that felt good.

Brett let out this fake laugh that didn’t match his eyes and said: “None of it mattered because we were still married and he had rights as a father.”

I sat down on the couch and looked right at him while I explained that I’d already talked to Lydia Vasquez, a family law attorney who specialized in abandonment cases. She’d reviewed everything I had and told me it was one of the strongest cases she’d seen in 15 years of practice.

Brett’s lawyer face crumbled and he started pacing around my living room like a trapped animal. He kept running his hands through his hair and I could see him trying to figure out how this had gone so wrong for him. The man who’d called me worthless was realizing I’d been three steps ahead of him the whole time.