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 looked at my husband. “You promised her my house?”
He got defensive, saying that since we were married, it belonged to both of us. But I was already one step ahead. I pulled out the property deed and our prenuptial agreement. I had purchased that house three years before I even met him, and his name wasn’t on the deed anywhere.
Damon’s face darkened. “Fine, keep the house,” he spat. “I didn’t need your help building my future anyway.”
That was the last lie. Many years ago, when he could not make ends meet with his construction business, he borrowed $120,000 from me personally. It wasn’t a gift; we even have signed documents for it. I showed him the latest accounts proving that his business still owed me $74,000.
It was very gratifying to see Claire realize that everything Damon had been telling her about being rich, owning a business, having an apartment, and their future life together was just a complete lie.
The shower ended immediately after that. Owen left and never returned. Damon spent that night at a hotel and the following week at a rental place.
The legal battle took some time. Damon argued that he had made a “marital gift” of the $120,000 loan, and the deposit on the apartment was a business expense, but my lawyer dismissed that argument. He is paying back the stolen money for the maternity expenses, and now his company is repaying the rest of the $74,000 debt to me according to a court-approved payment schedule.
Claire messaged me twice with her lies regarding Damon, saying that she never intended to cause harm to my baby. I responded only once, informing her that even though Damon was lying to her, she still chose to look into my eyes and ask about my visits to the doctor while sleeping with my husband. I stopped all communication with her.
Damon left Claire immediately after they faced legal and financial problems. They were never able to get their apartment.
In reality, the most difficult thing for me was not the divorce, but the process of grieving the twelve-year friendship I believed we had. I had to walk through the nursery and pack up all her presents for my daughter.
Our daughter was born healthy eight weeks later. Damon was there at the hospital to meet her. While we stick to a strict co-parenting schedule, he has no say over anything in my life—not even my home.
