I cheated on my husband and was honest with him when the DNA came back that he wasn’t the father.

We were planning to work things out, but I would have to give the baby up for adoption.

I don’t think it’s right that he’s making me choose between him and my child.

He says he’s divorcing me if I keep the baby, but marriage vows are for better or worse.

What kind of low-life husband leaves his wife to be a single mother if she doesn’t want to give up her child?

All I’ve been was a good woman to that man. I know exactly how to teach him a lesson.

I thought I could manipulate him into staying. Guilt him, remind him of all the years we had together. Maybe even cry a little to show him I was suffering too. After all, didn’t he say he loved me? Didn’t he promise forever?

I tried to talk to him again, this time with a softer approach. I told him that everyone makes mistakes and that we could move past this. I even went as far as to suggest that maybe, just maybe, this baby was a sign—an opportunity for him to be a bigger man, to be a father even if biology said otherwise.

But he just looked at me with the coldest stare I had ever seen.

“No, Ashila. This isn’t about biology. It’s about trust. And you broke it. I won’t raise another man’s child, and I won’t stay married to someone who betrayed me.”

I felt my stomach drop. He was serious. There was no going back.

So, I switched tactics. If guilt wouldn’t work, then maybe anger would. I started shouting, accusing him of abandoning me, of being a coward who couldn’t handle the ‘realities of marriage.’ He just shook his head, grabbed his suitcase, and walked out.

It didn’t hit me until I saw him leave. I thought he’d stay and fight, that we’d argue, that I could somehow pull him back. But he didn’t. He left, just like that, leaving me alone with my mistake.

And that’s when I got an idea.

If he thought he could just walk away from me without consequences, he had another thing coming. I was going to make sure that he suffered just as much as I did. He had a great job—good reputation, a close-knit family that adored him. He had everything to lose, and I knew exactly how to hit where it hurt.

So, I started spreading rumors. Little things at first. I hinted to mutual friends that maybe he wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. I told my family that he had pressured me into cheating, that he had been emotionally distant and neglectful. And then, I went for the real damage—I told people he had been abusive.

It didn’t matter that it wasn’t true. What mattered was that people believed me. And they did.

His job started questioning him. Friends started pulling away. Even his own mother—who used to call me the daughter she never had—started looking at him with doubt.

I felt powerful. For the first time since the affair was exposed, I had control again.

But karma has a funny way of working.

One day, I received a letter in the mail. Legal documents. He was suing me for defamation.

I laughed it off at first—he had no proof I had spread those lies. But then, more letters came. Then, I was served court papers. And then, I realized something was seriously wrong when my lawyer told me I was in real trouble.

Turns out, he had been keeping receipts. Text messages where I admitted to lying. Witnesses who had heard me exaggerate the story. Even a recorded conversation where I admitted I was trying to ‘teach him a lesson.’

I panicked. I tried to retract my statements, tried to apologize, but it was too late.

By the time the case was settled, I was drowning in legal fees. My credibility was shattered. And worst of all? I had lost everything.

I thought my worst nightmare was being a single mother, but the real nightmare was what followed. The father of the baby—the man I had risked my marriage for? He wanted nothing to do with me or the child. I was left completely alone. No husband, no support, and no way to undo the damage I had done.

And my ex? He moved on. Found someone new. Someone who loved him the way I should have. Someone who didn’t betray him.

I learned the hard way that actions have consequences. That sometimes, the best revenge is letting go and moving forward, not trying to drag someone else down with you.

So, if you ever think of taking revenge on someone just because they refused to tolerate your mistakes, think twice. Because in the end, you might be the only one left standing in the ruins you created.

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