Reddit Stories - Betrayed My Fiancée's Shocking Affair With My Father, Leading To An UNFORESEEN Pregnancy - A HEART-WRENCHING CONFESSION

Episode Date: June 25, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #relationships #drama #family #betrayal #confessionSummary: A shocking affair between a fiancée and her partner's father leads to an unexpected pregnancy, prompting a heart-wrenching confession. The betrayal causes turmoil within the family, raising questions of loyalty and trust in this emotional and complex situation.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, relationships, drama, family, betrayal, confession, affair, pregnancy, loyalty, trust, emotional, complex, turmoil, shocking, heart-wrenchingBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. I discovered my partner being unfaithful with my biological dad, and now she is expecting a baby, and I am uncertain if I am the father. I am a 27-year-old man, my partner is a 26-year-old woman whom I will refer to as K, and my father is a 52-year-old man. Him B, my mother 50F call her are like many who've had something like this happen. I never thought something like this would happen to me, but here we are. I've never used Reddit, but I've seen stories from here on TikTok, so I thought I'd give this a shot for any advice you all could give me.

From listening to some other stories, you all like backstory I'll try and be as clear and precise as I can, but it's only been a week so if I start to lose it during the telling of this, I'm sorry. Elle and I met in her freshman year of college, we were both dorm in the same building where we eventually met. We later found out we lived two towns away from each other, so whenever we went home, I let her drive with me. It was only added like 20 minutes, so it was no big deal. After multiple trips and hanging out at school we started to date. I have a close-in-it family as did she, so we told our families right away I had met hers plenty of times when dropping her off, but it was nothing more than an introduction and exchanging pleasantries. Both of our families accepted each other with open arms and our relationship grew. I was a year ahead of her so when I graduated, I went home where I was offered a good job with great pay.

I visited her at school whenever I got the chance and whenever she came home, we would make time for each other. After she graduated, she moved in with me as both of our jobs were in the city near where we grew up. Like me, she was offered a position at the company she works at now with great pay. After living together for about three years I proposed, and we have been planning our wedding since. Now on to the part you're all reading for. Looking back there was plenty of things I overlooked that I just wrote off thinking my father was just trying to welcome my ex into our family. Things like my father calling her all the time and if I was around, they would just tell me they were talking about the upcoming family party or something along those lines. One time Elle was in the shower and her phone rang I seen it was my dad.

dad, so I answered when he realized it was me, he sounded both upset and surprised that I picked up I then asked what's up he responded that he wanted to talk to Elle about my mother's birthday that was in a week and after a minute we ended the call. Even typing this out now I feel like an idiot for not seeing it sooner. On the day I found out it was like any other day Elle had Thursdays off, so she made breakfast for both of us. When I set out for work, she gave me a kiss and told me to have a great day. During my drive to work I realized I had forgotten some paperwork I would need for a meeting I had at 3 p.m. I shrugged it off and told myself I would just go home at lunch to get it. L texted me throughout the day talking about all the casual stuff a couple talks about

like what do you want I did the laundry do you want me to hang it up for you blah blah blah. I didn't think it necessary to texture I was coming home for lunch so when it came around I just left work and went home. When I got home, I noticed a car that looked like my father's in our parking lot, but I didn't think anything of it and just parked and went into our building. When I opened the door, I was met with a scene out off a movie where a man comes home early and catches his spouse cheating such a cliche. There was a trail of clothes both his and hers leading to my bedroom and the sound of faint moans echoed though my apartment. I stood at the door in utter shock my brain was a mix of rage,

sadness and disgust, but if you were a fly on my wall, you would see what looked like a statue I just couldn't move. When I finally snapped to, not knowing how much time had passed, I took out my phone to record, I picked up all the clothes that were on the floor and threw them into the hall of the building. After, I filmed the walk to my bedroom, the door was open I stood in the doorway filming for about a minute, then flipped on the lights. They both jumped at the sudden light and looked at me and to my utter shock it was my father in the bed with her. After the initial stun my father noticed I was recording and started to panic trying to find anything to cover himself and telling me to stop recording. He found a towel and wrapped it around himself and started to walk

toward me. I told him if you don't want to get hurt stop coming to me, he either didn't care or didn't hear me and reached for my phone. I hit him square on the jaw his head bounced off the door and slumped to the ground. Elle shrieked, I aimed the camera at the camera at L and said concerned about your F buddy but nothing to say to your fiancé. My father woke up after about a minute nap and I told them I just needed to come pick something up for work so I'm heading back now if either of you pieces of S are here when I get back, I'll send this video to everyone you know. I ended the video, looked at my dad who was still coming to and said you're dead to me you're no longer my father, but you might want to go home and talk to mom because I'll be talking to her

very soon. I sat in my car for a while until one of the bosses at work called to ask where I was, I told her I was on my way back right now. When I got to her office to hand her the paperwork, I must have looked awful because she started asking what was wrong with me. I told her it was nothing and I'd be okay. I could see her scanning me up and down and she noticed some blood on my collar and stood up rushed to me and said, you're bleeding. I looked down and said it was my father's, looked confused, so I pulled out my phone and showed her the video. She watched it in its entirety she was introduced to well a few times, but never my father. She sat there silent for a moment until it finally clicked that my fiancé was cheating on me, but not only was she cheating,

it was with my father. She asked if there was anything she could do suggesting I take some time off, but I told her I can't go back there right now. That I just need a minute and I'd be fine for the meeting, and I have another shirt in my office. The meeting went over fine I put on a smile for everyone like nothing had happened. My boss came up to me after the meeting and asked how I could do that, but I just said I don't know and went to my office. I then came home, and I was alone for the first time in a very long time. Thank you for reading, I'm sorry I carried on so much, but it was therapeutic getting everything down. I just don't know what to do I defiantly need to get the hell out of this apartment. I just can't live here anymore and there's no

possible way I'm sleeping in that bed. I know not only do I have to go get checked out I for STDs, but I think I broke something in my hand. Update 1, wow, hello everyone I didn't expect to come back to Reddit and have this much support. I didn't really plan to update at all I just wanted to put what had happened out there and hopefully get some advice. After I wrote down all that happened, I closed my computer and kind of fell into a depression, after I posted, it hit me like a train. To the ones who think it's fake, I wish I was this creative I'd write books instead of working a nine to five. I'll try to reply more on this post I just logged back on, and it was honestly too much to try and reply to every comment just know I read through most

of them, and I truly appreciate everyone's inputs both negative and positive. So, the day after I posted I tried to get into contact with my mother, but none of my calls were connecting. I wanted to see if she would get lunch with me, and I'd tell her everything. After about a dozen tries, I decided to get into my car and go to my mother's house she needed to know what happened as soon as possible even if talking about was going to make it hurt all over again. During the drive I thought about what I would say and how I would say it that made me start to panic I had to pull over twice to throw up, it's not every day you have to tell your mom that her husband is screwing your fiancé. I pulled into the driveway and sat in

my car for a moment to calm down and gather my thoughts. I was in my car for a few minutes when my mother threw her front door open, so I stepped out of my car. She started cursing at me saying how dare I come to her home after I hit my father for trying to break up a fight between Al and I. She called me every name in the book and called me an abuser, she told me I needed to leave since Al isn't ready to forgive me yet and that if she's smart she hopefully never will. Yes, apparently my father took Al to my family's home and told my mom that Al and I argued and when my father tried to spot it, I hit him. She continued on for a while until I finally snapped and said, really, mom, because your

husband is effing my fiancé, that's why I hit him and if you can't take my word for it. I have a video I'll send it to you, but because my own mother can talk to me like this, don't expect to see me again, I don't want to hear your apology when you finally figure out that you're just as shit of a mom as my piece of shit father. Her face dropped she looked like what I must have looked like when I first walked into my apartment and caught them. I pulled out my phone and sent her the video, my mom took hers out and turned it on, she pulled up the video and watched up until the part where I turned on the light. She then put her phone down, she looked up at me, but I turned and went into my car. I backed out of her driveway, I looked at her before

I took off and she was in tears. My heart felt for her, but too much was said during that fight for me to pull back in and forgive her. When I got home, I started clearing everything out of my apartment that had to do with Al or my family. I boxed all of A.L's things up and put them next to the front door. Legally this has been her place of residence so I can't technically kick her out. Her name isn't on the lease also she's the type of person who shies away from conflict and if she returns other than to pick her things up there will be plenty of conflict. Anything that had to do with my parents I boxed up and put into storage. Like I said in my first post we were a very close family, but I've never had a problem cutting toxic people out of my life. I texted AL's parents and told them calling off the engagement and told them she's been cheating on me.

I thanked them for everything they've done for me, our relationship was still building, but they were kind and supportive of me, so this just added more hurt to the mix. I finished by asking if they would come pick up all of her belongings. I haven't gotten a response from them yet, but I'm hoping they come grab her things, so Al doesn't have a reason to come back here. Update 2 Hey everyone, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while I wish I could say I'm doing great, but that would be a lie. Everything hits me in waves I go from just being numb to boiling with rage I haven't had a happy moment since I found out. Other than a few friends I don't really have anyone IRL especially since my family turned out to be S. Quite a few things happened since I posted last. It's been about a month, so this update will tell all that's been going on.

After my last post I decided to get the ball rolling on everything that needed to be done like getting tested, finding a therapist, moving and of course buying. a new bed. I started by calling my doctor's office telling them I needed to get tested and to refer me to a therapist. I had my first appointment with a therapist two weeks ago and we decided to continue once a week. I also got tested last week, but it'll be another week or so, so until I get the results cross your fingers for me. I got in touch with a real estate agent friend of mine and he sent me a ton of listings and I decided on a refurbished cabin on the outskirts of my city, I finished moving two days ago. When I finished moving, I called Elle's parents. When they picked up, I told them I moved out and Elle has still yet to pick up her things and that the landlord

will start showing the apartment in a few days, so someone better pick her things up before the landlord throws it out. That must have lit a fire under them because the next day my former landlord texted me thanking me for getting the apartment emptied out. No one knows where I live now other than the friend who set me up with this place, so I know L, or my parents won't be dropping by. The only thing that sucks about this place is I traded a 10-minute walk to work to a 45-minute drive. My phone has been blowing up with texts and calls from L, both my parents and some of my friends, but I have no interest in talking to anyone other than my therapist. At work I've been a ghost I go and get my work done and leave.

On the rare occasion, I have to talk to someone I put on my fake smile and pretend everything is okay. My boss from my previous post has been trying to check in on me more, but I don't really tell her anything either. I just tell her I appreciate it. But I'll be okay. Truth is, I don't know if I'll be okay, I get that time heals and all, but I feel like that's only relevant when you're dealing with one issue not when you lose who you thought

were the three closest people in your life all at once. A huge part of me died and there's no chance of resuscitating it. The meetings with my therapist are going well I suppose I've never done therapy before, so I have no reference on what good therapy is. We do get along all right, and she really seems genuine in wanting to help. The first session was us getting to know each other and delving into what brings me to her. Nothing in depth but me just telling her what happened in my own words. The second session we went a bit deeper, she asked me about the relationship I had with my parents.

I told her up until now it was great, we talked often and always communicated well when something was wrong and that I grew up in a great home, but that all means nothing now. She asked why I cut my mother out of my life, I told her she said things to me I wouldn't say to someone I despise then told her there's no way she can come back from that. At the end of our last session, I gave her the link to my page on here so she can read more about how I can. feel and what's going on in my head. I feel like it's easier to type things out than it is to speak it. So, if you're reading this high doc, for now, I'm still miserable I thought I'd be okay by now and not necessarily happy but okay. I know some of is my own fault not communicating to my friends, but when I think about responding to them it just seems so exhausting. I know they'll want to get together or come to my new place, but I just don't have the energy to be around them.

Until I do, I'll work, go to my appointments and sit on my back deck sipping on some bottom shelf whiskey and try to enjoy this beautiful view. I haven't hunted since high school so maybe I'll take that up again now that I can hunt from my back porch. Thank you all for reading this far. Update 3. Hey everyone, sorry I've been MIA for a while now I'm writing this update to let you all know I'm alive and to give you the lowdown of what's been happening as of recent.

Frist, I want to apologize to those who've worried about me the past few months. After my last post I was nowhere near okay, so I pulled back from everything I secluded myself in order to heal and cope with what is now my life. I want you to know every comment and message didn't fall on deaf ears I took all of your positive feedback and advice and worked through my problems. So, to the people who've supported me though this truly, Thank you I can't stress it enough when I was at the lowest I've ever been. It was Internet strangers that were there for me so again, thank you all.

In my last post I was doing things like getting tested for STDs and trying to restart my life. I'm happy to inform you all I am clean and couldn't be more relieved. I am fully moved into my new place. When I told you all about my new place, I told you it was a refurbished cabin while I might have been a little generous. It was refurbished almost 25 to 30 years ago, so it was a bit dated. Well, with all my newfound free time I decided to actually refurbish it and all that's left to do is paint the guest room I turned into an office. The only thing I didn't do myself was the electric and plumbing because I have no clue how to do it and have zero interest in being shocked or putting my hand in a shit-covered pipe. Doing all the work has been incredibly stress-releasing and has helped me clear my head.

I still see my therapist once a week to all those who suggested it you probably saved my life so thank you being able to vent, get my frustrations out and get the advice I need has been better than anything in my life past or present. I'm still working at the same company I've become more open with my some of my coworkers that I'm closer with than my boss from my previous posts due to the advice from my therapist. Also due to her and some of your advice I've reached out to my friends and have slowly been reintegrating into the group now onto the update with what's been going on between my family and ex. I decided I was ready to have a talk with my mother so a little over a month ago I unblocked her on my phone and reach out. I called and almost instantly she picked up the phone, I could tell through the tone of her voice she was panicking. Eventually after reassuring it was me, I told her we should meet and talk she agreed, and a day later we met at diner near her house. She was there before I was and when she seen me,

she started quietly sobbing. When I sat, she apologized over and over again telling me she could only take their word because she never thought them getting together would ever happen. I told her while I appreciate her apology the things she said to me were despicable and something no mother should ever say to their child, and it showed me exactly what she thought of me. She cried harder and promised it's not true that we're. when she was told I hit my father for no reason she was so angry and when I showed up to the house,

she just let her anger take over. Not wanting to go back and forth with her I decided to move on. I said speaking of that, POS, what have you decided to do with him? She told me they've been separated, she just kicked him out, since the day after I sent her the video and she immediately found a lawyer. Then we moved on to my ex, she said that when I pulled away, she went back into the house and threw them both out she was too disgusted to look at them. We talked for about an hour in total and before I left,

I told her I was in a dark point of my life and because of the thing she said to me I didn't have my mother when I needed her and because of that I don't know if I could have her in my life. I then told her I'm willing to work on my relationship with her, but it will be at my pace. She stopped me before I could leave and told me she has to tell me something important. I sat back down and she said Elle is pregnant. Elle apparently showed up to the house and told my mom. She said she didn't know if it's mine or my father's Elle asked if I had been in touch so she can let me know.

Obviously, she hasn't so my mom just sent her on her way. Well, that's about it for the update I have a lot on my mind not sure what to do or feel. Thank you for reading Sorry for rambling on and on. Now on to the next story. Story 2 My parents passed away when I was two or so, I thought they were dead until they showed up at my door in college. All right, I've been trying to find the right subreddit to post this on, but it gets barred on the others due to part of the backstory, T.W. Abuse, but I was recommended this sub. I'd give it quite fits, but might as well try. Long post, mobile, names changed, and all that.

When I, 22m, was two, I was adopted by my, paternal, aunt and uncle, because my parents died in a car accident. I'll name them Petunia, 47F, and Vernon, 50M, respectfully, for the sake of privacy. Now, I don't remember anything about the wreck or my parents since I was two. What I do remember was being the black sheep out of my two older cousins slash siblings, Dudley, 25M, and Sam 27F. I was an only child. They were always allowed to have extracurriculars and hang out with friends, where I was only allowed to be at two places without them, home and school. If there, there were also points where Petunia would be physically abusive to me, and even broke my arm at one point. I'll give Vernon credit for having a little bit of heart,

as he took me to the hospital that one time when nobody else would and was a bit kinder, not by much though, and it's a low bar. Well, I moved out to the next date over for college, parents had inheritance set up, Go Gris, when I was 19, and am now in my third year on a music degree. Yesterday, my maternal, aunt and uncle, James, 44M, and Lily, 43F, dropped by my apartment unannounced, surprising as it's a 10-hour drive. They told me we needed to have a talk, so I came on to the porch, and that's when they revealed that they were actually my parents.

I was silent in disbelief for a while, anger building up. For 17 years, I knew them only as my aunt and uncle. They were my safe space. At every family gathering, they would notice the marks of my aunt's abuse and comfort me, though they never confronted them about it. They were trying to explain themselves, but I cut them off, saying I don't want your explanation. Just leave.

Before I went back inside and slammed the door. They knocked for a while, but left after about 15 minutes, which finally gave me an opportunity to break down crying. Thank goodness for my roommate. She really helped me process and comforted me throughout what felt like hours of crying. Well, apparently my aunt found out, as she messaged me on Facebook, I can't block them because they hold access to my inheritance, which, now that I know they're alive, I have no idea how that works. She scolded me, telling me how cruel I was to my parents for not letting

them explain. But I just couldn't react any other way. I thought for my whole life I was an orphan, but to know that they've been there this whole time, seeing the abuse and basically just watching. My head is everywhere still. I know my aunt is still just being manipulative and abusive, but she still has a bit of a grip on me and I just can't think straight. I'll add that since my initial attempt at posting, my mother sent me a message trying to explain everything. She said that they fell into financial hardship around the time they gave me up and couldn't afford to raise me, which I understand. Fetunia and Vernon wanted another kid, but couldn't conceive, so they gave me away to them. What should I do? I get why they gave me up, and it feels like this

is a chance to have a proper family, but at the same time, they've always been a part of my life as my aunt and uncle, and I feel they've abandoned me, as they just watched as I was abused. I'm at a crossroads. Update, my parents have raised from the dead and I've got what to do. I want to thank everyone for the response and kind words on here for the kind words, and apologies for not responding to pretty much any comments. I've been reading them, but my mental state has taken a bit of a hit from the situation, so I haven't had much energy to do individual responses.

I'll try my best on this post. If you haven't seen the original post, here it is. That being said, by the advice of many of you, I've started seeing a counselor at my school. She's been great in helping me sort everything out in my head, and now I'm able to think a lot clearer. We've been coming up with a plan, and showing her the posts and comments have helped a lot. This is what we've come up with so far. 1. Create space. I talked to Fittunia and Vernon, my aunt and uncle, on the phone. They were upset and harsh, but have so far mostly complied in my request for low contact. I did the same with

Lily and James, my parents, over lunch, and they were much more understanding and are giving me the space I need to process all this. Two, get tested, during the lunch I mentioned above, I also asked them if we could do some DNA testing. They've agreed, which I don't think they would do if they were lying, so that's eased my nerves a bit if they were lying. We're getting paternity and maternity test kits from Lab Corps at the advice of a couple friends who are law and medical students. Three.

Figure out the inheritance. I didn't want to discuss this with Lily and James before getting back the DNA tests, so currently I still have no idea how this works. Like I mentioned before, they said the reason they gave me up was due to financial issues. So if that's true, where did they get the money from? The only thing I can suspect is my grandfather. He was amazing, we were close, but unfortunately he passed away when I was about eight. He was also very wealthy.

For privacy reasons, I won't go into the specifics of how he made his money, but there was a lot. A seven figures per family type deal. The only reasoning I can think of was either my parents redirected some of their inheritance to me, in a trust fund type deal, or my inheritance is directly from grandpa, and they're just taking credit for it in alignment with their story. But these are just theories. 4. Figure out why, if it does turn out that they are my parents, I need to know why they did it. I mean, I know they said they had financial struggles, but if and when they figured it out, why didn't they come back? Why did they spend this whole false narrative about their death, and them being my aunt and uncle?

Why have they been silently watching, not doing anything about my abuse? Why are they coming back now? Despite how willing and supportive they have been so far through this process, I don't know if I can forgive them for essentially abandoning me and watching the mistreatment and everything from the sidelines. 5. Disconnect, regardless on whether or not Lily and James are my friends. parents, I'm going to disconnect myself from Petunia and Vernon.

Next time I visit, I'll start gathering up all my legal documents from them, all my personal belongings from their house, everything that is legally and morally mine, and do whatever I have to sow that they can no longer have a carrot dangling in front of me to keep me within striking distance of the stick, as someone put it, unusual metaphor. And I probably but I like it. So, yeah. Not too much of a progressive update, and nobody really asked for it, but it's been about a week since my original posting and based on the response, I figured at least someone would want to know. Again, I appreciate all the love and support everyone's giving me, all the advice.

If anyone has anything further to add, I would love to hear it. Final update, my parents came back from the dead. Hello again. It's been a while and I figured whoever had seen my original. Post slash update would want an update to see how things are going. For those who haven't seen the posts, check my profile for the originals, but I'll also give a quick rundown of what's happened so far, as well as introduction of those involved. I am 22m. Petunia, 47F, and Vernon, 50M, are my not so kind, aunt and uncle, who have raised me since I was two, due to my parents being killed in a car wreck.

Lily, 43F, and James, 44M are my maternal aunt and uncle, but they recently came to my college doorstep a couple states away and said slash revealed they were actually my parents, who supposedly died in a wreck when I was two. My names have been changed for privacy. As many people have caught on two, yes, they are from Harry Potter. The update, the past month has been very rough for me. Lots of yelling, crying, and stress. I was diagnosed with depression and PTSD, most of it stemming from the situation. But I will say, all your love and advice, as well as therapy has helped me a lot. I don't want this to be one big block of text, so I'm going to try and format it as best as possible and split it into sections, DNA test, inheritance, etc.

About a week after my last update, I received the results of the DNA test with Lily and James. They are indeed my parents. Because of their immediate agreement to take the tests, it wasn't very surprising, but it still felt like a truck hit me. I wasn't sure whether to be happy that my parents are alive, or rather be upset, knowing they borderline abandoned me, if not fully as they were aware of the crap that Petunia and Vernon put me through. I started discussing this with my therapist. I almost immediately moved on to looking at my inheritance. and as I and so many of you had guessed, it was indeed my grandfather's inheritance to me. Just another lie.

With that knowledge, I immediately got to work getting it under my full control instead of having my aunt-slash-uncle-parents delegating for me, though I have decided to give that role to a financial advisor. I talked to my parents to ask why they never took me back after they became financially stable again, as that was the reason they gave me for having to give me up. They said their financial situation recovered because of the inheritance they received from my grandfather, but because he died when I was around eight, they didn't want to uproot me from my home. While I do think there are other routes they could have taken, I'm willing to accept this.

Going back to the therapy piece, I have decided that's currently, I'm not going to forgive my parents for watching everything from the sidelines. So many times, they were six inches in front of me, when I thought they were six feet in the ground. They came over to Petunia and Vernon's house, and I'm sure that on more than one occasion, they watched their mistreatment of me, yet did nothing. So I'm not ready to forgive them, not for a long time. I'm planning for this to be my last update. I may give many updates, but I'm mostly posting so that others can see the end of the hardest part of my life. But I would also like some new advice. I have full control of my inheritance, which has always been

plan to be my college fund and will keep me comfortable for a while. That being said, I am going minimal if not no contact with my aunt and uncle. But that leaves my parents. While I don't forgive them, there is that's part of me that wants them to still be in my life, that wants reconciliation, as I never got to truly have parental figures. But there's the other part of me that believes this is unforgivable and that doesn't want to see them ever again. What do you think?

I did want to thank everyone once again for keeping up with the story and being there for me. Like I said, this was the hardest part of my life so far, and I'm grateful for all the love and advice you guys have given me. I'm sorry for not having responded to any comments, but just know I read all of them. With everything that was going on, I just couldn't find myself able to form a response, but since everything is coming to a close, I'm certain that I won't be able to respond now.