She Stole My Husband So I'm Going to Steal HersChapter 1
Everything was perfect. The candles were flickering gently on the dinner table, casting a warm glow over the room. A bottle of Rozen's favorite wine sat on ice, and a soft tune hummed in the background. But all that mattered was the small box hidden in my purse—the pregnancy test I’d been waiting for months to show him. Finally, after three long years of trying, I was pregnant. And tonight, on his birthday, I was going to surprise him with the news that would change our lives.
Except… Rozen wasn’t home.
I checked the time—two hours late. I had called him twice, left a message, and still nothing. Normally, I would brush it off, convincing myself he was caught up in mafia business. It wasn’t unusual for him to disappear into meetings, but tonight was different. Tonight was supposed to be special.
I sighed, trying to shake off the growing anxiety in my chest. To distract myself, I opened Instagram and began mindlessly scrolling through the posts, pretending everything was fine.
That’s when I saw it.
Thalia. Her face filled my screen, smiling that self-satisfied grin I’d always hated. She was standing with her hand placed tenderly on her stomach, her caption loud and proud: "Grateful to my baby’s father. Couldn’t have done it without you!"
My heart stopped. Baby’s father?
I sat up straighter, eyes locked on the photo. I zoomed in, inspecting every detail. Thalia, glowing with pride, looked radiant in her maternity dress. Her other hand held the hand of a man… a man whose hand looked all too familiar.
It was Rozen’s. I knew that hand like the back of my own—his distinct scar across the knuckle from a knife fight years ago was unmistakable. I felt my stomach twist into a painful knot. He hadn’t been mentioned directly in the post, but I didn’t need his name to be spelled out for me. The hand in the photo confirmed everything. Rozen had done it. He had helped Thalia, his ex-girlfriend, get pregnant. Who knows if it’s just a sperm donation or they had sex?
My breath quickened, and a dull ringing filled my ears as I clicked on the comment box under Thalia’s post. My heart felt like it was splitting in two, and the pain of it made me reckless. Without thinking, I typed: "Wow! Good for you!"