When Emma saw her husband, Jacob, walking out of the maternity ward in a sleek designer suit, cradling two newborns, her world shattered. Determined to uncover the truth, she followed the trail—and uncovered a web of lies that changed her life forever.
The morning had started like any other. Emma was in the kitchen, staring at two pink lines on a pregnancy test. Pregnant. Again. She instinctively touched her belly, a mix of joy and fear swirling within her. Babies were a blessing, but how could they afford another child?
Jacob already worked tirelessly as a janitor, and Emma’s nanny job barely covered groceries. Their son, Tommy, needed new shoes, and the car was making ominous noises that promised an expensive repair. The thought of adding another mouth to feed felt overwhelming.
That morning, Jacob sat in the living room, lacing up his boots. His slumped shoulders spoke of the burdens he carried.
“You’re up early,” he said without looking up.
“Busy day,” Emma replied, forcing a smile. “Gotta drop Tommy off before heading to work. Those twins I watch are a handful.”
Jacob chuckled, but it was a hollow sound. “Still better than mopping floors,” he said, tightening his boots.
Emma nodded, choosing not to mention the pregnancy yet. She didn’t want to add to his stress—not until she had a plan.
Later that day, Emma drove to her doctor’s appointment. As she sat in the clinic’s waiting room, tapping her foot nervously, she saw something—or someone—that made her heart stop.
It was Jacob, but not the Jacob she knew. He was striding confidently down the hall toward the maternity ward, dressed in a sharp black suit with a gleaming watch on his wrist. Cradled in his arms were two newborns wrapped in pastel blankets.
“Jacob?” she whispered, frozen in place. He didn’t notice her.
“Jacob!” she called louder, her voice cracking with disbelief. He didn’t even glance back. She watched in stunned silence as he walked out of the hospital and into a luxurious black car.
Emma’s mind raced. What was her husband, the man who barely afforded work boots, doing in a suit that screamed money, holding babies that weren’t hers? The questions swirled, but one thing was clear—she needed answers.
Determined, Emma pushed open the door to the maternity ward. The room was filled with the soft cries of babies and the scent of antiseptic. Near the corner, a tall, elegant woman was folding baby clothes into a designer bag. She looked up as Emma approached, her auburn hair gleaming under the sunlight streaming through the window.
“Can I help you?” the woman asked, her tone polite but cautious.
Emma’s voice trembled. “I’m Emma. I’m looking for my husband, Jacob. He just left here with two babies.”
The woman’s face paled. “Your… husband?”
“Yes. Jacob. The man in the black suit. I just saw him leave. Are those his babies?” Emma gestured toward the crib.
The woman’s expression hardened as she slowly sank into a nearby chair. “Wait. Are you saying Jacob is married?”
Emma laughed bitterly. “Nine years. We have a seven-year-old son and another baby on the way. Now, it’s your turn. Who are you?”
The woman clenched her fists, her voice trembling with fury. “I’m Clara. Jacob told me he was divorced.”
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