At seven months pregnant with twins, my life took a devastating turn. One day, I received a photo from my husband’s boss, Veronica—a picture of Eric, shirtless and lying in her bed, with the caption, “He’s mine now.” When Eric came home later that evening, he confirmed the betrayal. He was leaving me for Veronica, and, shockingly, she made me an offer: She’d buy me a house,
cover all my expenses—if I gave her one of my babies. She claimed it would be easier for me to raise one child, and she’d give the baby the “best life.” I was speechless at first but quickly realized I had to outsmart them. I pretended to agree to their offer, but I set one condition: I wanted to choose which baby she could have. After a tense negotiation,
