He Mocked My Looks and Left Me While I Was Pregnant – But Fate Had Other Plans

My Husband Left Me for Another Woman After Mocking My Looks During Pregnancy, but I Got the Last Laugh — Story of the Day

I had a change in husband during my pregnancy. He made fun of my appearance, disregarded my suffering, and made me feel unworthy. Then, believing he had won, he left me for someone else.

He was unaware, however, that I had a different strategy. And he didn’t anticipate it when the moment arrived.

pregnancy. Among the most exquisite times in a woman’s life. Of course, that is assuming she has a devoted husband who is there for her through thick and thin.

In addition to experiencing persistent morning sickness during the entire pregnancy, Arnie never stopped reminding me of how awful I had begun to look.

We got along well before I became pregnant. I was almost held in Arnie’s arms.

He always found small ways to express his love for me, making me feel like the most cherished lady in the world.

He was as thrilled as I was when we made the decision to become parents, beaming broadly while clutching the positive result.

However, it seemed as though someone else had taken his place when I became pregnant and my body began to change.

Initially, it was merely brief comments. “You could at least dress better for your husband instead of walking around in pajamas all day,” he said at one point.

I didn’t care that I’d been beside the toilet all day, throwing up at the first hint of a scent.

Then he began to gripe. He complained, “You just lie around all day,” one evening while kicking off his shoes. “This house is a mess.”

The lump in my throat was swallowed. “I feel sick all the time, and my back hurts, Arnie. I can hardly stand for long without getting lightheaded.

Then Arnie began arriving home late, always texting someone while addicted to his phone.

I was uncomfortable, but each time I questioned him, he dismissed it. “Just work,” he would advise.

I was eight months pregnant one night. My feet were swelled, my tummy was enormous, and it was difficult for me to breathe. Arnie smelled like women’s perfume and arrived home late once more.

“Where have you been?” I inquired. I didn’t like how weak my voice sounded.

Arnie didn’t even give me a glance. He took off his jacket and threw his keys on the table.

He murmured, “None of your business,” and entered the kitchen. “JESSICA!” The apartment was filled with the thunder of his voice.

I winced. My heart was racing. I had to use all of my strength to get off the couch.

My back hurt. I had stiff legs. Grabbing the armrest for balance, I pushed my way to the kitchen.

“What is it?” Breathing heavily, I asked.

Arnie glared at me as he stood by the refrigerator. “Where’s dinner?”

My stomach turned over. I took a deep breath. “I feel ill once more. I made an effort, but whenever I smell food, I immediately head to the restroom.

Arnie gave an eye roll. With an exaggerated sigh, he turned to face the sink. “Could you at least have washed the dishes?”

He raised his voice. “This house is terrible, and I return home exhausted! No food. Not a single clean plate. What exactly do you do during the day?

My eyes were scorched by tears. “I apologize, Arnie. Though I feel awful, I wish I could. My voice broke.

He sneered. “The only thing you do is sit around in your sweatpants.”

I put a hand on my abdomen. “I am pregnant with our daughter. My body is exerting itself—”

“Don’t start!” He interrupted me. “My sister had a pregnancy. She did everything. She prepared food. She did the cleaning. She still had a nice appearance. In bed, she never disregarded her husband.

I let out a gasp. It felt like he had hit me in the chest. “Everyone’s pregnancy is different. I’m doing this for her, but I never imagined it would be this difficult either. For us.

Arnie laughed. “Stop apologizing. You’re simply lazy.

He rushed out. The front door banged a second later. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I stood there clutching the counter.

I took a seat in a chair and put my hands over my face. With each breath, my chest hurt, my shoulders shook, and my whole shook.

How did this happen? How could the man who had vowed to love and care for me now treat me as though I were unimportant?

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was tormented by incessant questions as my mind raced in circles.

Where was Arnie now? Did he have another companion? Hours went by, the home growing more and more silent, until a message showed up on my screen shortly before dawn.

He is present. He required room.

His mother gave it to him. I felt a sense of relief, but it passed quickly. At least not tonight, he hadn’t dated another woman.

Things only got worse after Arnie came back. His comments were icy and biting, and his eyes were full of resentment.

I felt like a failure because of his unrelenting criticism.

“This place is always filthy.” “You just lie around all day.” “You don’t even try to take care of yourself.”

His tone was one of disdain, and every remark pierced me more deeply.

I told my best friend everything one day. With each phrase, her expression darkened as she listened. Her words were, “Jessica, you need to leave him,”

My throat tightened as I shook my head. “I am unable to. I’m expecting a child. I have nowhere to go, no money, and no work.

“There are those who are concerned about you. You’re not by yourself,” she said. “You don’t deserve this.”

Fear prevented me from believing her, even if I wanted to. I was unable to leave Arnie, no matter how much he damaged me.

Then everything changed one night. Arnie had been taking a shower. A notification appeared on his phone, which he never left alone. I picked it up and unlocked it with trembling hands.

An app for dating. dozens of messages. While I sat at home with his child, he had been meeting, flirting, and sleeping with women.

My stomach sank, and I gripped my abdomen as though to protect my unborn child from the agony, but my thoughts suddenly became clear. I had to get away from him. I needed a plan, though.

I started working on it the following day. Before I knew it, Arnie and another woman entered the room as I was ready to give delivery.

“Who is this?!” I yelled, my voice trembling with anger and incredulity.

Totally unaffected, Arnie stood in the doorway. He grinned and put an arm around the young lady next to him. He said, “This is Stacy, my girlfriend,” as though it were the most commonplace thing ever.

My stomach turned over. “WHAT?!” I let out a yell. My breath came in sharp gasps as my hands balled into fists.

“You heard me,” he stated in a chilly, disinterested tone. From beneath his arm, he retrieved a folder, which he flung onto the table. “I’m going to leave you. The divorce papers are here.

My entire body became numb. Unable to comprehend what was occurring, I gazed at him and then at the folder. My hand automatically landed on my stomach. “What about our child?” My question was hardly audible above a whisper.

Arnie gave a shrug. “I don’t want you or your baby.”

My eyes filled with tears. “How are you able to harm us? How are you able to be so mean?

Arnie laughed. “Look at yourself, Jessica! You’ve truly allowed yourself to slip. You don’t have any attractive qualities. You sit around complaining all day. However, Stacy is young, attractive, and—above all—she never turns me down.

In front of me, he drew Stacy closer and planted a kiss on her. My stomach rumbled. My heart was thumping with rage.

“YOU’RE A MONSTER!” I let out a yell. I took the pen off the table and signed the documents without giving it any thought.

Arnie grinned. “At least I don’t look like you!”

I gave him a scowl. “I’ll get my things when you’re not home!”

Sneering, “Do it fast,” he said. “Soon, you won’t have access to this house—it’s my property!”

I pivoted and raced out, slamming the door shut behind me. He believed he had triumphed. He was unaware of what was about to happen.

On the day I formalized my divorce from Arnie, I gave birth to my daughter.

One life seemed to have come to an end, and another had just begun. All of my worries vanished when I finally held my kid in my arms after spending a month drowning in tension out of concern that it would hurt her.

Riley was flawless. Her small fingers encircled mine as her quiet sobs filled the hospital room. I realized then that she had saved my life.

We lived with my mother for a time. She assisted with the baby, allowing me to relax when I became too tired.

My body bounced back rapidly, and I hardly recognized myself when I glanced in the mirror. In addition to losing the weight, I also developed strength.

I was surprised one afternoon by a knock at the door. I froze as I opened it. Stacy was standing.

She was standing there when I opened the door and scowled. “What are you doing here?” I folded my arms and asked.

With a slight sigh, Stacy adjusted her weight. “It’s finished. Your strategy was successful.

I felt a wave of relief. As I moved aside, a gradual smile appeared on my face. “Finally,” I murmured and gestured for her to enter.

She glanced around the house as she passed me. “Without hesitation, Arnie signed everything. The home. The accounts. The papers were not even read by him. She smirked and stated, “He was too preoccupied with what he was getting with me.”

I gave a headshake. “He was never the shed’s sharpest tool. When we were married, I was in charge of all the paperwork. Nothing I presented to him was ever questioned by him.

Stacy laughed. “All right, congrats. Now it’s all yours.

I said, “Thank you,” and gave her a quick embrace with my arms.

Riley and I returned to the property that was properly ours after Arnie left.

The property we had constructed together was now genuinely mine. For the first time in a long time, life felt calm.

Then I heard shouting outside one evening. I entered the porch out of curiosity.

“Hey Stacy! Return to me! I beg you! There is nothing left for me. As she stood rigidly in the driveway, Arnie’s hands reached for her and his voice was urgent.

I cocked my head and crossed my arms. I said, “Poor thing,” in a tone full of laughter.

Arnie’s head jerked in my direction. Anger twisted his face. He screamed, “What are YOU doing here?!”

I arched an eyebrow. “Didn’t expect this, did you?” I moved forward a step. “Arnie, I lied to you. With Stacy, you fell straight into my trap.

He scowled. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

I gave a little chuckle. “I eventually became tired of your repulsive actions. Your falsehoods. Your matters. I therefore engaged a young, attractive woman named Stacy to entice you. And you didn’t even hesitate because you were precisely who I knew you were. You signed everything over to me without realizing it because you were so consumed by your own ego.”

His cheeks flushed with rage. “You’re a witch! I was set up by you.

I gave a shrug. “Arnie, no. You were set up by your own lust. I simply gave you the ideal chance to ruin yourself.”

His rage turned to pitiful emotion. His eyes were full of regret as he examined me from head to toe. “Return to me. “I’ll be fine,” he begged.

I did not even hesitate. “No.”

I’m the only person you’ll ever find! “You will never be wanted by a man!” he yelled.

I grinned. “Look at me—I look fantastic, and I’m not being pulled down by a useless man anymore. You’re essentially homeless in the meanwhile. I believe I’ll be all right.

Then he pleaded, “Jessica, please,” his voice breaking.

Without saying anything else, I turned and went back inside. Behind me, the lock clicked.

I took Riley in my arms and held her tight. I didn’t need anything because I had her.

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