Cheating Wife Opened Marriage, Got Pregnant & Demanded I Sign Birth Certificate, But I Got Revenge

But, I don’t have anywhere else to go. My parents are done with me after the fiasco. I got behind on my rent, and with hospital bills, I’m drowning. I don’t even know if Walter’s fathered this child, but God forbid, if he is the dad, I don’t want him near me or the baby when he gets out. I tried to keep my voice level, but rage and disbelief warred inside me.

Not my problem. Should have thought about that before you hopped into bed with him. Judy clung to my arm more insistently, tears overflowing. Dad, please. He’s crazy. He threatened her. She’s pregnant and alone, and I’m stuck living at Grandma Brenda’s. I just want to be somewhere safe. Her voice cracked. I miss living with you.

I know I messed up, but I’m begging you. Please let us move in. I eyed her trembling fingers clutching my sleeve. She looked so desperate, so afraid. Kayla’s eyes were rimmed red, either from tears or stress, I couldn’t tell. A faint pang tugged at my chest. There was a time I loved Kayla. And no matter what, Judy was my daughter.

But, I also remembered how quickly Judy had turned her back on me. How Kayla had humiliated me with Walter. This felt like the ultimate karma for them. They’d burned their bridges, and now the tide had risen to drown them. Was it truly my duty to fish them out? They both waited, silent, hopeful. The early morning light glinted off Kayla’s tear-streaked cheeks.

Judy was practically trembling, eyes flicking between my face and the front door behind me. Finally, I cleared my throat. What do you expect me to say? Sure, come on in. Let’s be one big happy family again? After you lied, cheated, and nearly destroyed me? Kayla swallowed. I know there’s no excuse for what I did, but I swear I never planned for it to go this way.

Walter wasn’t supposed to be violent. I thought She shook her head. I thought I was leaving for something better. A rush of disgust flared in me. You’re pregnant and you don’t even know by whom. That’s the kind of train wreck you turned yourself into. Her face crumpled. Judy sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Dad, you can hate us, but you can’t let Mom keep suffering. If she’s carrying your child, that’s your baby. And even if it’s not, I’m your daughter. We need you. I stared at her, my heart pounding painfully. Then I inhaled through my nose, forced calm, and gripped the edge of the door. I need to think, I said, my voice cold. Judy blinked, confused.

W- What do you mean? Can’t you just I shook my head firmly. I’m not making a snap decision. Not after everything you two have done. You expect me to open my door and just forgive and forget? No. I’m going to figure out what I want. Maybe that means letting you in. Maybe it doesn’t. Her face fell. Kayla’s shoulders slumped.

She took a shaky breath. We don’t have anywhere else to go, Aaron. Then get a motel, I spat back. Borrow from your lovers’ friends. Ask your mom and dad again. Not my problem right now. I told you I need time to think. Judy’s voice cracked with desperation. Dad, please. I’m sorry. I’m begging you.

If you don’t help, I don’t know what’ll happen to us. She clutched my arm again, sobbing so hard her words came out garbled. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll apologize. I’ll Just don’t turn us away. I looked down at her trembling hands. For half a heartbeat, everything in me screamed to pull her in, hug her, protect her from the nightmare.

She was still my child. But then I remembered standing outside that courtroom, hearing her talk about how I never deserved Kayla’s love, how she was happy that Kayla had found Walter. I remembered her telling me I was never the real love of Kayla’s life, just the safe fallback. That memory crushed any softness inside me.

So, I pulled my arm free from Judy’s grip. She staggered, tears shining in her eyes. Kayla stood behind her, helpless. I forced my tone to stay calm like a drawn razor. I’m done playing the bleeding heart. You both wanted me out of your lives. Well, guess what? That’s exactly what you got. Don’t come knocking at my door acting like you deserve my sympathy all of a sudden.

A split second hush fell. Judy opened her mouth, but no words came. Kayla looked away, shame in her eyes. I tightened my fingers on the door. I said I need time to think. So, go. Now. Judy let out a strangled sob. “Dad, I’m so so sorry.” She whispered again. I stared at her, my jaw locked. Then, without another word, I shoved the door shut.

The deadbolt clacked, echoing in the silent house. My heart pounded so violently that I could feel it in my throat. On the other side of that door, I heard Judy’s muffled crying and Kayla’s soft attempts to comfort her. Then, finally, the sound of footsteps descending the porch. I leaned against the door frame, eyes squeezing shut.

Did I regret it? Sure. But, they’d regretted nothing when they stepped all over me. Maybe I was the villain. Maybe I was just a bitter, petty man who refused to help his own wife and daughter. Right then, I didn’t give a damn. I’d been made a fool of once. Let them figure out their own survival. Outside, I heard a car engine turn over.

Maybe a taxi? Maybe Kayla borrowed some friend’s ride. Either way, they were gone a few moments later. I just stared at the wood grain of my door, breathing in and out, trying not to punch a hole through the wall from all the conflicting emotions. If Kayla was pregnant with my child, what next? Would I do the same thing all over again? Offer help, only to get spat on? Or would I double down on my own monstrous side and let them all crash and burn? I didn’t have the answer.

All I knew was I’d slammed the door in their faces, leaving them with nowhere else to turn. And for now, that was good enough for me.