I honestly confessed to my husband when the DNA results came back and it turned out that he wasn’t the father.
We were going to fix everything, but he said I had to give the baby up for adoption.
I don’t think it’s right that he’s forcing me to choose between him and my child.
He said he would file for divorce if I kept the baby, but marriage is a vow to be together in sickness and in health.
What kind of worthless man abandons his wife because she doesn’t want to give up her child?
I have always been a good wife to him. But if he thinks he can just walk away without consequences, he is sorely mistaken.
I thought I could manipulate him, make him stay. Make him feel guilty, remind him of all the years we spent together. Maybe even cry a little, show him how much I was suffering.
After all, he said he loved me, didn’t he? He promised to always be there for me, didn’t he?
I tried a different approach. I calmly said that everyone makes mistakes, that we could get through this. I even hinted that maybe this child was a sign of destiny. That this was a chance for him to become a great man and accept the baby, even if it wasn’t his by blood.
But he looked at me with the coldest gaze I had ever seen.
‘No, Angelica. It’s not about biology. It’s about trust. And you destroyed it. I’m not going to raise someone else’s child, and I’m not going to stay with a woman who betrayed me.’
My breath caught in my throat. He was serious. There was no turning back.
So I changed my tactics.
If guilt doesn’t work, anger will.
I started screaming, accusing him of abandoning me, of being a coward who couldn’t handle the reality of marriage.
But he just shook his head, picked up his suitcase and left.
I thought he would fight back, that we would argue, that I would be able to get him back. But he just left, leaving me alone with my mistake.
And that’s when I had an idea.
If he thinks he can just disappear, he’ll regret it.
I knew where to strike to hurt him. He had a great job, a reputation, a family that adored him.
And I started spreading rumours.
Small ones at first.
I hinted to friends that he wasn’t so innocent. I told my family that he pressured me, that he was emotionally cold and neglected me.
And then I moved on to the main blow — I accused him of abuse.
It didn’t matter that it was a lie.
What mattered was that people believed it.
He started having problems at work. His friends began to turn away from him. Even his mother, who once called me her daughter, began to look at him with suspicion.
I felt powerful. For the first time since his betrayal, I was back in control.
But karma is a very strange thing.
One day, I received a letter. A legal document. He was suing me for defamation.
At first, I laughed. I thought he had no evidence.
But then more letters arrived.
And then a court summons.
That’s when I realised I was in real trouble.
It turned out he had been collecting evidence.
Messages where I admitted to lying. Witnesses who heard me exaggerate. Even a recording of a conversation where I said I wanted to teach him a lesson.
I panicked. I tried to take it all back, to apologise.
But it was too late.
By the time the court settled everything, I was drowning in debt from legal fees.
My reputation was destroyed.
But the worst part?
I lost everything.
The child’s father — the one I risked my marriage for — wanted nothing to do with me.
I was left alone. Without a husband. Without support. No way back.
And my ex?
He built a new life. He found another woman. One who loved him the way I should have. One who didn’t betray him.
I learned my lesson.
Every action has consequences.
And the best revenge is not to destroy someone else’s life, but to move on.
So before you take revenge on someone for not putting up with your mistakes, think twice.
Because in the end, you may be the only one left standing among the ruins you created yourself.
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