A Life Stolen by a Mistress' Lie

When my husband transferred money to his first love for the hundredth time, I made a decision I never imagined I would—I ended the pregnancy of the child he had been so eager for.

It happened just half an hour earlier. Sanz Curtis had finally come home to celebrate my birthday, something he hadn't done in a long time. But right in the middle of it, his phone rang. It was his first love, Cassandra, and her coy voice filled the room as she said, "You promised to compensate me 15,000 dollars for spending that time with her. Now that you’re celebrating her birthday, you should double it!"

Without hesitation, Sanz transferred a million dollars from our savings – the money we had set aside to buy a house for our baby – straight to her. He didn’t even blink.

A few minutes later, Cassandra posted a screenshot of the transfer along with an ultrasound image of her pregnancy. The caption read: “After three years together, we've finally been blessed with the fruit of our love. Thanks to my dear husband for the wonderful gift for our baby~”

In less than three minutes, Sanz made an excuse and rushed out of the house, leaving me alone on my birthday. In the past, I might have panicked, begged him to stay, or even cried. But this time, something in me shifted. I didn’t care anymore.

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By the time Sanz came back, the movers had just finished taking the last of my things. Having just undergone the abortion, I couldn’t stand upright for long, so I sat on the sofa, quietly directing the workers as they carried my belongings.

Sanz frowned in confusion when he saw them. "What’s going on here?" he asked with his sharp voice.

I didn’t even look at him, my focus entirely on the movers as they took the last boxes downstairs.

After a moment, he seemed to realize what was happening. He grabbed a box from one of the movers, his face full of anger. "Are you crazy? Why are you packing up my stuff?"

It was almost laughable. The box he was so worried about didn’t even contain his things. On top of it was a high school graduation photo, it was mine. He had probably forgotten that we were high school classmates. His own graduation photo had been cut up and thrown out long ago when he left me for Cassandra back then.

I stayed silent, watching as the realization began to settle on his face. He quickly put the box down, trying to cover up his confusion.

"You’re mad, aren’t you?" he said, his tone softening as he sat beside me. "There was really an urgent issue at work. I came home as soon as I could, didn’t I?"

In the past, whenever he called me "honey," my resolve would crumble. I had been in love with him for eight long years before we finally got together. And during our marriage, I had always given in to him, bending at the slightest hint of his displeasure.

But after finding out I was three months pregnant, only to discover he had been cheating on me for three years, I was done. Exhausted.

Sanz noticed that I wasn’t reacting the way I usually did. He moved closer, his charming eyes searching my face for a hint of emotion. "I found a new fertility drug," he said eagerly. "If you take it, we can get pregnant again quickly. Let’s give it a try!"

Having a child had been his greatest wish for the last five years. We had tried everything, from medications to treatments, but nothing had worked. He had been desperate for a baby.

I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. He still didn’t know.

“Sanz, I had a miscarriage. Just last night.”

Our relationship had always seemed stable, or at least that’s what I had believed. The only regret I carried was that we had been married for so long without having a child to call our own.

Then, on my birthday, I received the news that I was three months pregnant. When I held the ultrasound report in my hands, they trembled with excitement. I envisioned a beautiful surprise: hiding the report inside a cake and unveiling the joyous news to Sanz.

However, before I could even slice into the cake, everything changed. I stumbled upon the messages on his phone between him and Cassandra.

For three whole years, their contact had never stopped.

Sanz had sent money to her 99 times on PayPal. Last night marked the 100th time.

But this time, it wasn’t just any amount. He had transferred all of the savings we had carefully set aside for our baby to Cassandra.

At that moment, the joy I had been carrying inside me felt like a cruel joke. I was three months pregnant and excited about our future, but he had been cheating on me for three years. The betrayal felt utterly ridiculous.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Sanz jumped up from his seat, his knuckles turning white from the tension. He didn’t ask why I hadn’t confronted him earlier. Not a single question.

He froze, his smile faltering as he processed my words.

Last night, I called him multiple times, desperate to reach him, but he never picked up. He had claimed he was busy with work, too swamped to talk. Yet I had seen the truth – on social media, no less. Sanz had rushed to a private hospital to accompany Cassandra for her prenatal check-up.

Cassandra had posted the news proudly, though she had made sure the post was visible only to me. The picture showed Sanz resting his head on her belly, listening to the baby’s heartbeat for the first time. She had written: “My dear husband just heard the baby’s heartbeat~ From now on, both of you will spoil me together.”

Even though his face wasn’t fully visible in the picture, his tall frame and distinct profile were unmistakable. Classmates even commented, asking if it was her husband in the photo, saying how perfect they looked together. And some, recognizing Sanz, had messaged me to ask if everything was okay.

I hadn’t responded to any of them. Instead, I packed my things and went straight to the hospital to end my pregnancy.