My Husband Left Me When I Was 8 Months Pregnant For My Best Friend Of 20 Years. He Just Crawled Back After Finding Out Her Baby Isn’t Even His. Should I Let My Mom Throw Another Bucket Of Water On Him?

The Confrontation

If the debt was not settled as soon as possible, legal action would be initiated. In that instant, I felt my legs give way. $350,000. When had we ever needed that much money? My head was a mess,.

I went back inside. I spread the documents out on the dining room table and called James. As expected, he didn’t answer. A little later, I received a text from him: “I’m in a meeting. Can’t talk. I’m working late tonight too, so go to bed.”

That night, Emily couldn’t sleep. $350,000. The interest alone would be several thousand a month. On James’ salary, it was impossible to cover that amount. The next day, my mother came over with more food.

As soon as she saw my face, she frowned. “Emily, honey, what’s wrong with your face? You didn’t sleep at all last night.”

I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about the loan. “It’s just that I haven’t had much energy lately since I got pregnant. I have trouble sleeping.”

After my mother left, I locked myself in the bathroom and cried for a long time. I felt pathetic for not being able to tell her and keeping it all to myself. Just then, I received a message from James, which was unusual,.

“I’ll be home early today. I have something important to tell you.”

It must be about the $350,000 loan. Emily spent the rest of the day waiting for James with her heart in her throat. After 7:00 p.m., the front door opened. Hearing my husband come in, I got up from the sofa and went to the entryway.

But it wasn’t just one set of footsteps; it was two. Behind James was Sarah, my lifelong friend. Sarah had come in with him. She was heavily made up and wearing an elegant dress.

“Sarah, what a surprise! What are you doing here without calling?” Surprised, I greeted her amicably, but she just smiled without saying anything.

“Honey, how come you two are together?” I asked my husband with a forced smile. I thought they must have run into each other by chance, but their expressions were strange.

It was then that I noticed Sarah’s belly under her dress was bulging. My husband avoided my gaze, and Sarah had an enigmatic expression.

“Sarah, please have a seat,” James said in a low voice,.

Confused, I sat down on the sofa. James and Sarah sat down together across from me. In the living room of my own home, my husband sitting next to my best friend. The scene seemed incredibly strange.

The Ultimate Betrayal

“Emily, I’m going to be honest with you,” James said in a grave voice. I thought he was going to talk about the loan, but what came out of his mouth was something completely different.

“I’m in love with Sarah. We’re getting a divorce.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. For a moment, the world seemed to stop. That he loved Sarah, my friend of 20 years? I looked back and forth between James and Sarah. They weren’t joking.

“What did you just say?”

“Sarah,” Said pronouncing my name cautiously, “The friend I had known for 20 years, the one who had been my maid of honor at my wedding, gently stroked her belly and continued, ‘I’m 5 months pregnant. The baby is James’s.'”

My mind went blank. I did the math. 5 months ago was when I was in my first trimester, suffering from morning sickness, hugging the toilet. In that time, when my husband didn’t even pat my back to comfort me, the two of them were already together,.

This has to be a dream, a nightmare. It can’t be real, I thought.

“I love James,” Sarah continued, taking my husband’s hand.

I clasped my trembling hands together as I tried to process the situation.

“Emily, you have your parents. You have your family. I only have him. I have no one else to lean on.”

“So you intend to take my husband from me? You, my friend of 20 years?” I asked with a trembling voice. I expected to cry, but strangely, my eyes were dry.

“James and I are getting married. Please sort out the papers before the baby is born.” Sarah looked at James and gave him a nod.

He then took an envelope from his briefcase. It was the divorce papers. He placed them on the table and said, “You just have to sign. You can keep the condo. That will be enough compensation.”

My husband, offering me the house as if he were doing me a favor. My friend, brazenly announcing she was going to marry my husband. The two people I had trusted most in my life were demanding a divorce with insulting arrogance. The betrayal from both of them made my blood run cold,.