My Husband Insisted I Get Pregnant the Day after Our Wedding — My Heart Dropped When I Discovered His Real Reason

A day after their wedding, Elizabeth's husband, Jake, insisted they try for a baby. At first, Elizabeth thought he was urging her out of excitement about starting a new life together. His true intentions surfaced when an email notification on his laptop caught her attention.

When I was a child, my grandmother always told me that life is full of surprises and that not every surprise is pleasant.

"Never forget the good days, and never let the bad days get you down, Liz," she used to say.

I guess she wanted to prepare her little Elizabeth for the bitter moments of life, but I'm sure she had no idea that the worst day of my life would change my reality forever.

I can never forget the moment I found out what my husband, Jake, was planning behind my back. I met him at my new workplace, and we instantly became good friends.

We had only been dating for six months when we decided to get married because our connection was intense—or so I thought.

A day after our beautiful wedding, Jake brought up the idea of starting a family immediately. "Liz, I think we should start trying for a baby right away," he said with a kind of urgency that surprised me.

I thought, "Okay, maybe he's just super excited about starting our new life together."

"Are you sure? We just got married," I responded, trying to gauge his thoughts.

"Yes, absolutely," he insisted. "There's no better time than now. It's the perfect way to begin our journey together."

His words were filled with enthusiasm. However, something in his tone made me feel uneasy.

Despite my mixed emotions—confused yet flattered by his eagerness—I smiled and nodded, unaware of the real reason why he was so eager.

One afternoon, I was clearing the living room when Jake's laptop chimed with a reminder. He was in the shower, so the persistent ping drew my attention.

I swear I wasn't snooping. I saw the screen light up with a message preview that read, "Is she pregnant yet?"

I was shocked. It was from his ex-girlfriend, Claire.

My stomach turned as a chilling conversation unfolded in the email thread.

"Remember our deal, Jake. You need to get her pregnant within a year. If you don't, you won't be able to secure your inheritance," Claire wrote in her email.

"Don’t worry, I'm on it. Everything is going according to plan," my husband replied.

My heart pounded as I read their conversation. They discussed a cold, calculated strategy where Jake would marry me and then ensure an heir to claim a substantial inheritance from a distant relative.

To secure the inheritance, Jake needed to have a child within a year after his wedding. Besides, he was using me because his ex-girlfriend was infertile.

After getting his share, Jake planned to divorce me and spend his life with Claire.

"How could you?" I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Shaken by the discovery, I knew I couldn't confront Jake without solid evidence. Over the next few days, I acted normal while secretly gathering all the proof I could.

Whenever Jake left his laptop unattended, I transferred copies of the emails to a USB drive. I also started recording his conversations on the phone with Claire.

I knew he talked to her whenever I went out.

One evening, while pretending to leave the house, I hid in our garage and recorded him talking to Claire on the phone, confirming their scheme.

"I just need a bit more time, Claire. Trust me, everything's on track," I heard him say, his voice low and urgent.

With the evidence secured, I consulted a lawyer.

"This is a serious matter, Elizabeth. We'll need to handle this carefully to ensure you're protected legally and financially," he advised.

We strategized not only how to confront Jake but also how to expose his deceit in such a way that he couldn't manipulate the situation.

The lawyer assured me that the evidence was compelling, and legally, Jake would be at a disadvantage once everything came to light.

We planned every step meticulously, preparing for the eventual showdown.

Jake's family held a grand gathering every year, and it was a few weeks away. I planned to reveal his truth there.

It was the perfect opportunity because all his distant relatives, including the ones whose inheritance he was eyeing, would attend it.

In the following weeks, I pretended to be a loving wife who wanted to have a child with him. Meanwhile, I felt nervous as the day of the grand event approached.

On the event day, I stood up to make a toast after dinner.

"I want to thank everyone for the warm welcome into this wonderful family," I began, my voice steady. "And to my dear husband, who has taught me so much about trust and love, I have a special surprise!"

With all eyes on me, I turned on the projector. The emails between Jake and Claire appeared on the screen, each word damning.

I then played the recordings of Jake's phone conversations.

The room fell into stunned silence. Then, Jake's grandmother stood up, her face flushed with anger.

"You are a disgrace," she said firmly, her voice echoing in the room. "You will not receive a penny of anyone's wealth!"

Claire, who I had invited as a friend's plus one, stood up, her face pale. She slapped Jake across the face.

"I don't want to see your face again!" she yelled and left.

As whispers filled the room, I looked at Jake, his face drained of color.

"And one last thing," I added, my voice clear and strong. "I never intended to be pregnant so soon. I've been on birth control since discovering the truth."

That evening, Jake's plan was completely shattered, leaving him with nothing. His fraud had also invalidated our prenup.

Meanwhile, I walked out of the estate with my integrity intact and my future ahead of me.

What would you have done?

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I Caught My Husband with His Mistress in a Hotel — This Is a Romantic Trip They Will Never Forget

When Eliza's 10th wedding anniversary comes around, she hopes that Tom will take her away for a romantic getaway. But when he forgets about their anniversary and needs to work, she turns it into a girls' weekend, only for her to see that Tom's business trip is a rendezvous with his mistress.

Ever since Tom first described the seaside charm of Bellport, I'd pictured us having a romantic week away there, walking hand in hand, retracing his cherished memories of the time he lived there.

Since we had gotten married, my husband had painted such vivid pictures of Bellport that it seemed woven into our marriage vows.

"It's the most beautiful place, Eliza," he would say, sipping his tea while paging through a newspaper.

Year after year, he promised that we would go, but life always seemed to get in the way—work obligations, family matters, and an endless parade of excuses.

"I'm sorry, Darling," he would say. "It's just that something came up at the office, and I have to attend to it."

But then, when Tom forgot our 10th wedding anniversary, something inside me snapped.

"I have to leave town for the week," he said while shaving. "It's for work. We're prospecting new clients."

I had hoped that Tom would have told me to pack my bags and get ready to celebrate our romantic milestone—yet, it slipped his mind entirely.

Enough was enough.

I wasn't about to be a footnote in my own love story.

So, I called my best friend, Jenny.

"We're going away for my wedding anniversary!" I said as she answered the call.

"What?" she asked, surprised by my words, I could hear her slurping on her usual smoothie.

"Tom would hate that!"

I explained to her that Tom had to be on a business trip and that I was tired of being alone.

"Pack your bags, Jen," I told her.

I went straight to my closet and began to pack my bags. I needed this. I needed a moment to myself. I got onto my laptop and booked a hotel. This weekend was going to be a weekend to heal, laugh, and forget the sting of neglect.

The hotel Tom had often raved about was our first stop.

As we stepped into the lobby—a place he described right down to the gilded frames on the walls—my heart raced with anticipation and a twinge of sadness.

I was happy to be here with my best friend, sure. But being with Tom would have made it so much better, with memories that would have lasted a lifetime.

"Let's check-in and leave our bags," Jenny said. "And then get some fish and chips from that place you've been talking about for the past hour."

And then I heard it.

Tom's laugh.

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