After My Husband Cheated with the Nanny

I noticed the tension between the two of them, but every time I tried to get to the bottom of it, Gunnar Young shut me down. When I expressed my suspicions, he would look at me with irritation:

"Why are you so self-centered, always letting your imagination run wild? You're just stressing yourself out and affecting the baby with all this worrying. You’re at home relaxing while I'm burdened with running the company. I don't have time to reassure you."

Ashlynn Vargas would also chime in, acting as though she was the victim: "Braelyn, I know that emotions can be intense during pregnancy, but you can't just trash my reputation like that. As a fellow woman, don't you have any empathy?"

They stood together, isolating me and making me question myself: Should I bring this child into the world? But each time I felt the baby inside me, I couldn't abandon it. I’d fought so hard for this child.

I fought back tears, unable to reconcile the unfaithful man before me with the one who once cherished me. Our love had evaporated, and it took me too long to realize it.

"Gunnar, have you forgotten the promises you made to me when I got pregnant?"

"Do you have any conscience at all?"

Gunnar looked at me coldly: "Why wouldn't I? Haven't I taken good care of you and the child?"

"I'm just addressing a normal man's needs. Work is stressful, and you're pregnant, unable to be there for me. Can't I find solace elsewhere?"

"If you tried, you'd see how boring you are. If it weren't for the pregnancy..."

He left the sentence hanging, but I understood. We’d been married for six years, trying every remedy and even IVF to conceive, all to no avail. We had lost hope, yet his mother kept pushing.

During our last IVF attempt, Gunnar held my hand tenderly, promising, "Honey, if it doesn’t work this time, I won’t let you endure this anymore."

I nodded at his hopeful eyes, keeping the truth to myself. Unexpectedly, it worked this time.

The day we received the news, Gunnar hugged me tightly, tears flowing, vowing never to betray me.

Pregnancy wasn’t easy; the nausea, the food aversions, and the mood swings. Initially, Gunnar was understanding, but it only took eight months for him to change.

I had put my trust in the wrong person.

"I want a divorce. You're to blame, and you'll leave with nothing. I won’t let you take the company either."

"As for your affair, I'll make sure everyone knows. Let's see how you live with the shame."

Ashlynn mocked me, "You've been depending on Gunnar. If anyone leaves, it’s you. You won’t get a dime."

"I’ll give you a son, Gunnar."

I turned to leave, my pregnant belly leading the way, when Gunnar grabbed my hand, making me lose my balance and hit the ground hard.

"Have you had enough? Stop acting like a lunatic."

Pain surged through my back and abdomen, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get up. A dampness spread below me, and I knew something was wrong.

A mother's instinct is strong, and I placed my hand on my belly, feeling the life inside me weakening.

Desperate, I turned to Ashlynn for help.

"My belly hurts. Something’s wrong with my baby."

"Call 911, I need to get to the hospital..."

Ashlynn sneered at me, pulling Gunnar a step back.

"Braelyn, aren’t you supposed to be strong-willed? Now you’re using this to try and win Gunnar back?"

"I’m a professional. Your pregnancy is stable. A fall like that won’t harm you."