Reddit Stories - Spouse became PREGNANT and CLAIMED it was mine until the former PARTNER of

Episode Date: July 9, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #relationships #pregnancy #paternity #drama #betrayalSummary: Spouse became pregnant and claimed it was mine until the former partner of. The truth unraveled, leading to a web of lies and deceit that shattered trust and relationships.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, relationships, pregnancy, paternity, drama, betrayal, lies, deceit, trust, infidelity, family, secrets, scandal, cheating, deception, truthrevealedBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse became pregnant and claimed it was mine until the former partner of my closest companion contacted me in tears, revealing his infidelity. I then conducted an investigation and discovered that my spouse and best friend were having an affair and the baby might not be mine. My wife, who I will call Chloe, and I have been married for five years. We have been together for eight. We built a life together from nothing.

We had a small apartment when we first got married, and we both worked long hours to save up for a house. We bought our house three years ago. It was our dream. We did everything together, from picking out the paint colors to planting a garden in the backyard. We were supposed to start trying for a family next year. That was the plan we agreed on. My best friend, I will call him Mark, has been my friend since our first year of college. We were roommates for four years.

He was the best man at my wedding. I was going to be the best man at his, if he ever got married. He was more like a brother than a friend. He was at our house at least twice a week. We would watch sports, work on cars, and just hang out. He and Chloe always got along great. I thought it was perfect that my wife and my best friend liked each other so much. I saw them as two of the most important people.

in my world, and it made me happy that they had their own friendship. About two months ago, Chloe told me she was pregnant. I was shocked. We had been using protection because we had agreed to wait until next year. I remember asking her about it, and she just smiled and said it must have been a happy accident. She said that maybe the universe knew better than we did. I was hesitant at first because of our plan, but her happiness was infectious. I got swept up in it. I started getting excited. I began looking at cribs online and reading books about being a father. I let myself believe in the happy accident. The first sign that something was wrong came about a month ago. Mark's long-term girlfriend, a woman I will call Sarah, called me late one night.

She was crying so hard I could barely understand her. She told me that she and Mark had broken up. When I asked why, she said that Mark had been acting distant for months and she finally confronted him. He had admitted to cheating on her. I was devastated for her, and for him. I told her I was so sorry and that I would talk to Mark. I thought he was just being an idiot and that I could help him fix things with Sarah. They had been together for almost 10 years. When I confronted Mark about it, he was defensive. He told me it was none of my business. and that his relationship with Sarah was complicated. He said he had made a mistake and he was dealing with it.

I pushed him, telling him that ten years was not something to just throw away. He got angry and told me to drop it. He yelled that I had no idea what was going on. The fight was ugly. We had never fought like that before. He left my house and we did not speak for a week. During that week, Chloe was very supportive of me. She held me when I was upset about my fight with Mark.

She told me that he was probably just going through something and that he would come around. She encouraged me to give him his space. I now see that she was not being supportive, she was being manipulative. The truth came out last week. Sarah called me again. She sounded different this time. Not hysterical, but cold and very calm. She said that she had done some digging.

because Mark's story did not add up. She had found a charge on his credit card statement for a hotel room from a few months back. On a hunch, she checked his phone records. There were dozens of calls and texts to one number he had tried to delete. She looked up the number. It was Chloe's. Sarah told me that she believed Mark and Chloe were having an affair. The hotel charge was from a weekend I was out of town for a work conference.

The phone calls and texts had been going on for at least six months. She then asked me when Chloe's due date was. I told her. There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Then Sarah told me that based on when she thought the affair started, there was a very real possibility that the baby was not mine. I hung up the phone. I did not want to believe it.

I went into the living room where Chloe was watching television. I stood in front of the screen and I asked her directly if she was having an affair with Mark. She immediately started crying. She did not even try to deny it. She just sat there on the couch, sobbing, and said it was a mistake. The argument that followed was the worst moment of my entire life. I did not stay calm. I screamed at her.

I asked her how she could do this to me, in our house. She cried and said that she did not know how it happened. She said that she had been feeling lonely and that I was always working. She claimed that Mark was just there, and one thing led to another. I got in her face and I yelled that I worked hard to build our life, the life she wanted. I pointed at the walls of our house and told her my sweat paid for them. Then I asked her about the baby. I asked her whose baby it was.

She broke down completely. She sobbed that she did not know. She said she was scared and that she was hoping it was mine. She kept repeating that she wanted it to be mine. That was what broke me. The hope that she could lie to me for the rest of my life, that she could raise another man's child with me and have me believe it was mine. I told her to get out.

She refused. She screamed that she was pregnant and had nowhere to go. She said I was being cruel. I started grabbing her things and throwing them into bags. She tried to stop me, grabbing my arms. I pulled away from her, and I told her that if she was not out of the house in an hour, I would throw all of her belongings onto the front lawn. She finally left, still crying, and went to her parents' house.

The next day, she started calling my phone. Her parents also started calling me. They were telling me that I was a monster for kicking out my house. a pregnant wife. They said that all marriages have problems and that I needed to be a man and forgive her. Chloe had told them that we had a fight, but she left out the part about the affair and the baby's paternity. That is when I made my decision. I drove to her parents' house. Chloe was there, sitting on the couch between her mother and father. They all looked at me like I was a villain. Her father started to stand up, telling me that I had a lot of nerve showing my face.

I did not let him finish. I stood in their living room and I told them everything. I told them that Chloe had been sleeping with my best friend, for over six months. I told them that she was pregnant and that she had admitted to me that the baby might be marks. The room went completely silent. Chloe's face was white. Her mother just stared at me, then at her. Her father sat back down, looking stunned.

Chloe started screaming that I was a liar and that I was trying to ruin her life. She stood up and tried to come at me, but her father held her back. I looked at her and I told her that she had ruined her own life, and mine. Then I turned around and walked out. Now my phone is blowing up with texts from her, from her family, from our mutual friends. Some are calling me an evil, vindictive person for airing her dirty laundry like that. They say I should have handled it privately. Chloe is saying I did it just to hurt her and humiliate her.

My own parents think I was justified, but they are biased and I am starting to wonder if I went too far. I was hurt and angry, and I acted. But was it the right thing to do? Ida. Update 1. It has been two weeks since my original post. First, thank you to everyone who commented. The overwhelming entier verdict helped me feel less like I was going insane. Reading stories from other people who had been through similar betrayals was horrible,

but it also made me feel less alone. I want to provide an update because things have progressed, and not in a good way. After I left her parents' house, the situation fractured Chloe's family. Her father called me the next day. He sounded like a broken man. He apologized for his daughter's behavior. and for how he had treated me. He told me he was disgusted and ashamed. Her mother, on the other hand, has doubled down on supporting Chloe. She has been leaving me voicemails telling me that I am

destroying her daughter and that I will regret my actions. Chloe is currently staying with her. As for Mark, he has been completely silent. He has not answered my calls or texts. He has essentially vanished. His ex-girlfriend, Sarah, however, has been in contact. After my original post, I decided to meet with her in person. We met and it was one of the strangest experiences of my life. Sarah had gone through Mark's bank statements and phone records with a fine-tooth comb. She had his login details. She had dates, times, and locations. The affair was more extensive than I had imagined. It was not just a one-time mistake or a series of them. It was an ongoing relationship. They had a routine. They met for lunches. They used a specific hotel on the other

side of town. Hearing the details made me feel sick. Sarah is angry. She is not just heartbroken, she is furious. She wasted 10 years of her life on a man who was building a separate life behind her back. While we were talking, she looked at me and said that she wanted to make sure they did not get away with it. She said they should not be allowed to just destroy our lives and build a happy one together on the ruins. I found myself agreeing with her completely. It was in that moment that we decided to work together. It is not about revenge and the dramatic, movie-like sense. It is about ensuring there are consequences for their actions. The first step was hiring a lawyer. I found the most ruthless divorce attorney I could find. I met with him last week,

with Sarah present. She provided all the evidence she had collected. My lawyer was very clear. The state we live in is a no-fault divorce state, so the infidelity does not legally affect the division of assets in a major way. However, the paternity of the child is a huge issue. He has filed the divorce papers on my behalf. He also has filed. He also has been a child. He also filed a motion to compel a prenatal paternity test. Chloe was served the divorce papers at her mother's house. According to the process server, her mother opened the door, took the papers, and slammed the door in his face. A few hours later, my phone rang. It was Chloe. She was screaming so loudly that I had to hold the phone away from my ear. She was hysterical. She accused me of trying to take her

baby away from her. She shrieked that the stress was going to cause her to Miss Gary and that it would be my fault. She said I was a monster and that she wished she had never met me. I just listened, and when she paused to take a breath, I told her that she should have her lawyer contact mine. Then I hung up. The next day, Mark and Chloe showed up at my house together. I saw them pull up from the living room window. I opened the door before they could even knock. They were standing on my porch, Mark looking nervous and Chloe looking defiant. Mark started to speak, saying that we needed to talk, that this had all gone too far. I cut him off.

I told him that he was not welcome at my house and that he needed to leave. Chloe pushed past him and got in my face. She screamed that this was her house too and that I could not just kick her out and then try to take her child. She poked me in the chest, yelling that I was being controlled by Sarah. She called Sarah a vindictive which who was poisoning my mind. Mark tried to pull Chloe back, telling her to calm down. She turned on him, screaming at him not to tell her what to do and that he needed to be a man and stand up to me.

The two of them started arguing right there on my front porch. It was a pathetic spectacle. He was telling her she was making things worse, and she was. was crying that he was not supporting her. I had enough. I yelled over both of them. I told them that they had five seconds to get off my property before I called the police for trespassing. That finally shut them up. Chloe gave me a look of pure hatred. Mark just looked defeated. He took her by the arm and let her back to the car. As they drove away, I saw them arguing in the car. I have changed all the locks on the house.

I have also frozen our joint savings account, leaving only the joint checking account with enough money for immediate bills open. My lawyer advised me to do this to protect the marital assets from being drained. I have started the process of getting the house appraised so I can buy her out of her share. Sarah and I have been spending a lot of time together, mostly with our respective lawyers and going over financial documents. She is suing Mark for the money she invested in the house they shared, which was in his name. I know this is going to get much uglier before it gets better. Update 2. This will likely be my longest update yet, as events have accelerated dramatically in the past month. The motion for a prenatal paternity test was granted by the court.

Chloe fought it, of course. Her lawyer argued that it was medically unnecessary and was being done purely to harass a pregnant woman. My lawyer, in turn, presented the evidence Sarah had collected, including the hotel hotel receipts and text logs, arguing that determining paternity was essential for the divorce proceedings, particularly concerning future child support and custody arrangements. The judge agreed with us. The day Chloe had to go for the amiensensis was a tense one. Her mother called me in the morning and left a voicemail. She was sobbing, accusing me of putting her daughter and grandchild at risk for my own selfish need for revenge. She called me a heartless creature.

I deleted the voicemail without listening to all of it. I did not feel good about the procedure, but I felt it was necessary. The uncertainty was a poison, and I needed it out of my system. The results came back two weeks later. My lawyer called me and asked me to come to his office. Sarah came with me. We sat in his conference room, and he slid a document across the table. I did not even need to read the whole thing.

The key phrase jumped out at me. The alleged father is excluded as the biological father of the fetus. I should have felt relief. I just stared at the paper. It was the undeniable confirmation of the lie I had almost lived. Sarah reached across the table and put her hand on my arm. She did not say anything. She did not need to.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Then my lawyer cleared his throat and started talking about the next steps. With the paternity confirmed, we could now finalize the divorce on much cleaner terms. There would be no child support for me. No custody battle. I was free. We had the house appraised. As I expected, Chloe's lawyer contested the appraisal, claiming it was too low.

We are now in the process of getting a second, court-appointed appraisal. In the meantime, I have been systematically separating our lives. I went through every room in the house and packed all of Chloe's personal belongings into boxes. I stacked them neatly in the garage. I called her and left a message telling her that she could arrange a time to pick them up. She came with Mark a few days later. It was not a civil event. I had asked two of my friends to be at the house with me, just in case things got out of hand.

Chloe walked into the house and looked around. She saw that I had already taken down all of our photos. The walls were bare. She started to cry, not loudly, but quietly. She whispered that she could not believe I had erased her. Mark tried to play the peacemaker again. He came up to me and said that they were struggling. He said that with his legal battle with Sarah and now with the baby coming,

they were in a bad place financially. He asked if I could find it in my heart to be more generous with the divorce settlement. He had the audacity to stand in the house I bought, next to the woman he had an affair with, and asked me for money. Something inside me snapped. I told him that every dollar I gave Chloe beyond what the law required was a dollar I was taking for my own future, a future they had tried to destroy. I said that they had made their choices, and now they had to live with them.

Chloe overheard me. Her quiet tears turned into rage. She started screaming that I was obsessed with money and that I never cared about her. She pointed at me and yelled that I was a cold, empty man and that this was why she had turned to Mark in the first place. She said Mark had a heart, that he had passion, while I only had a checkbook. The argument escalated into a full-blown screaming match in my living room. My friends had to step between us.

Mark was yelling at me to stop upsetting Chloe, saying she was pregnant. I screamed back that he should have thought about that before he slept with my wife. Chloe was sobbing hysterically, calling me every name she could think of. In the middle of it all, she stumbled and clutched her stomach, crying out that she was having cramps. Mark panicked. He started yelling at me that I had done this, that if anything happened to the baby, it was my fault. He helped a crying Chloe out of the house and to their car, shooting me a look of pure venom before he left. They did not take any of her things.

The boxes are still sitting in my garage. The fallout has extended to our social circle. Sarah and I made a conscious decision to not hide what happened. When our mutual friends asked, we told them the truth, backed up by the paternity test results. The friend group has been shattered. Some have sided with Chloe and Mark, buying into the narrative that I am of indictive monster and that Sarah is a scorned woman out for blood. Others are disgusted with them and have cut them off completely.

Every social gathering has become a minefield. We have lost friends over this. But the biggest escalation happened at work. Mark and I work for the same firm, though in different departments. Sarah, while going through Mark's expenses for her own lawsuit, noticed that he he had expensed several expensive client dinners on dates that coincided with the hotel stays. The restaurants were nowhere near the client's offices. She also found records of him using the company car for trips that were clearly not work-related,

based on the mileage and locations. Sarah and I debated what to do with this information for a long time. But then we thought about Mark asking me for money, about Chloe blaming me for everything. We decided to act. I anonymously submitted the evidence to the company's HR department through their whistleblower portal. I did not mention the affair. I just presented it as a case of potential expense and asset fraud. An internal investigation was launched last week.

I know this because Mark was suspended pending the outcome. Yesterday, I heard through the office that he was fired. They terminated his employment for gross misconduct and misuse of company property. The moment I heard the news, I felt a surge of something I can only describe as dark satisfaction. He had lost his job. His career at the company we had both started at as junior engineers was over. I called Sarah and told her. She was quiet for a moment, and then she said, good.

The consequences were immediate. That night, my car's tires were slashed while it was parked in my driveway. There is no proof, but I know. who did it. I have filed a police report and installed security cameras around the house. This is my life now. Sarah and I have grown closer through all of this. Our relationship started as an alliance, but it is becoming something more. We understand each other's anger and pain. We are the only two people who know the full story. We are in this together until the end. I am no longer asking if I am the asshole.

I honestly do not care anymore. I am just seeing this through. Final update this is the last time I will be posting about this situation. There is not much left to say, and frankly, I am tired of living in it. The last few months have been a slow, grinding conclusion to a miserable chapter of my life. The divorce was finalized last month. After Mark was fired, their ability to fight me on financial matters evaporated. Chloe's lawyer became much more agreeable.

They accepted the second appraisal of the house. I had to take out a new mortgage, but I was able to buy her out. The house is now officially mine alone. Her name is off the deed. Her boxes from the garage were picked up by her father while I was at work. He left a short note for me, simply saying he was sorry for everything. I have not heard from her mother since that last voicemail. Mark's professional life is in ruins.

Being fired for gross misconduct from a firm in our industry has effectively blacklisted him. Sarah's lawsuit against him also concluded. She was able to prove that she had contributed a significant amount of money to their shared home and assets. The court ordered him to pay her back. Between that and his unemployment, he is financially destroyed. Chloe gave birth to a boy two weeks ago. I only know this because a former mutual friend sent me a text message with a picture. I deleted it immediately.

The baby's existence is a fact, but it has nothing to do with me. According to the same friend, Chloe and Mark are living in a small, cheap apartment. Mark is working a manual labor job for cash to make ends meet. Chloe is on maternity leave from her part-time job, but there is no guarantee it will be there when she is ready to go back. Their lives are a mess. They got what they wanted, each other and a baby, but they lost everything else. Sarah and I are together now. We live together in my house.

I fell in love with Sarah.