I came home with our baby’s ultrasound to find my husband pulling up his pants—and my best friend hiding behind my maternity coats
I opened our security app. I had given Claire an emergency key to unlock the doors since I trusted her. Looking at the log records, I could see that she had used the same code six times to enter our house during the last three months, which coincided with the times Damon had asked me to attend my prenatal appointments alone. The first time it happened was only three days after Claire cried in my arms and agreed to be the godmother of my baby.
I said nothing to Damon, I just called a family attorney, and I did some research. Then I discovered that he had withdrawn $18,500 from our account and our hospital fund for an apartment at a complex named “Riverton Heights.” I preserved the bank statements and waited for my revenge time to come.
Four days later, we were celebrating my baby shower in our living room. Claire stood there holding a drink, standing next to her fiancé, with Damon’s hand resting on my shoulder. Claire even made a speech where she called me “the sister she chose.”
That’s when I reached under my chair and pulled out two photos: the ultrasound of my daughter, and the picture of the lingerie I’d found in our bedroom.
“Could belong to anyone,” Damon scoffed, refusing to look directly at them.
But Owen stepped closer, staring at the printout. “Not really,” he said, his voice completely flat. “I bought that for Claire.”
Damon panicked “Claire was just helping you set up the baby shower. It must have fallen out of her bag. Don’t twist this into something ugly.”
Instead of arguing, I laid the building’s security logs on the table.
I pointed to the timestamps, six specific dates when Claire claimed she was out with wedding vendors or helping her mother. They matched, hour for hour, the exact times I had been sitting alone in a doctor’s waiting room.
Claire burst into tears, screaming that Damon had told her our marriage was over.
Damon immediately went on the offensive, claiming she had pursued him and that he’d only told her he was unhappy. It was pathetic. He needed me for the stability—the money, the house, the perfect picture of normalcy—but he needed her to feed his ego.
Then, I brought up the money. I slid over the bank statement showing the $18,500 missing from our joint account. He tried to brush it off as a business expense, but Claire let out a sharp, bitter laugh. She snapped and told everyone it was actually the deposit and first few months’ rent on their new apartment, and that Damon intended to sell our home the second the baby was born.
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