
After My Husband Switched Our Babies, I Destroyed His Legacy
Chapter 4
After Matheo left, I unlocked my phone and logged into my alternate account. Only then did I check Matheo’s updates and realized that ever since Stephanie became pregnant, he had been using the excuse of working late to spend time with her every week. He never missed a single appointment for her prenatal checkups. Even when both Stephanie and I were due at the same time, he stayed by her side.
I'll never forget the moment I was in labor, fear coursing through me, and I reached out to hold his hand. But he pulled away, his voice cold and urgent. “Nina is about to give birth too. She’s more nervous and not as strong as you. I have to be with her.”
In my pain-clouded daze, I could only watch Matheo's determined figure walk away. It turns out that when someone doesn’t love you, they don’t even try to pretend.
Then came the day of my discharge. I waited from morning until noon, only to be met by Matheo’s assistant, Caden.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Mr. Washington wanted me to let you know that Miss Stephanie is grieving the loss of her child. He took her and the baby back to the old family home first,” he informed me. “He specifically instructed me to pick you up and bring you home.”
Standing there in the biting wind, I shivered as if my heart was caught in a vise, unable to breathe. Just five minutes earlier, Stephanie had updated her status on Facebook. The video showed Matheo driving, focused on the road, while Stephanie cradled the baby in the passenger seat, her face lit with a sweet smile.
“Daddy’s taking us home,” read the caption.
Amid the flood of congratulatory comments, I even spotted a message from my own parents. “What a sweet grandchild, looks just like Nina when she was little.”
I turned off my phone, unwilling to see more. This place held nothing worth remembering for me. It was time to end this absurd love triangle once and for all.
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