**”When you’re in love, you trust—sometimes blindly.”** That was me with Liam, my husband of three years. I never doubted him until his birthday when he claimed work required him out of town. The next day, while shopping with my mom, she suddenly grabbed my arm. **“Look.”** There, through a restaurant window, sat Liam—laughing, sharing food—with my best friend, Mandy. Then she kissed him. **“He said he was out of town,”** I whispered, stomach dropping.

We didn’t confront them. Instead, we planned. When Liam returned, I acted normal. Then, at a dinner with Mandy and her husband, Steve, I made my move. **“We’re pregnant,”** I announced, watching Liam’s forced smile. Then I turned to Mandy. **“And you’ll be the godmother.”** She choked on her wine.
But I wasn’t done. **“There’s more. The father is… Steve.”** Chaos erupted. As accusations flew, I played the final card—nanny cam footage of Liam and Mandy. **“Does Trina know?”** Mandy asked. **“She’s clueless,”** Liam replied before kissing her.

Steve was livid. **“The prenup says if you cheat, you get nothing.”** Mandy begged, but it was over.
Liam turned to me. **“But the baby…”**
**“There is no baby,”** I said. **“I just needed to see your reaction.”**
They left with nothing. I walked away with dignity.