My lover deserted me for the person I trusted the most—my own mother—and I believed the sorrow would shatter me. He thought he could betray me and go away without facing the consequences. What he didn’t realize was that I had no intention of letting him get away with it.
They say that no relationship is perfect, and I used to feel that Travis and I were no exception. Sure, we argued sometimes.
Travis could be distant, condescending, and had the unfortunate habit of making everything about himself. But I believed we had love.
He used to bring me coffee in bed, exactly like I liked it, with a splash of oat milk and two sugars.
He’d leave little sticky notes on the fridge with phrases like “You got this” or “Smile, today’s yours.”
And sometimes, as we lay in bed, he’d play a song on his phone and murmur, “This one reminds me of you.”
I convinced myself that love was about keeping on despite flaws.
We’d been living together for about a year. I truly believed we were creating something substantial, something real.
My mother, Linda, visited frequently. She constantly said she only wanted to help.
She’d bring homemade chicken soup, fold our laundry when I hadn’t finished it, and give me advise on topics I’d never asked for, like how to design the living room or cook rice without sticking.
I appreciated it, really. At least, I used to. I even felt lucky to have a mom who cared enough to be around.
Until that one awful afternoon. I left work early. My head was pounding, and all I wanted was to lie down in the quiet and rest before making dinner.
But as soon as I stepped inside, I heard soft music playing in the living room, and voices—low, familiar voices.
I thought maybe Travis was watching TV. Then I walked in and saw him. Travis was kissing my mother. His hands rested on her waist. She was smiling. And my world broke in half.
“What the hell is going on?!” I shouted. My voice cracked. I had never heard myself that loud. My chest was tight. My hands were shaking.
Travis sighed. He looked annoyed. Not guilty. Not sorry. “Rachel, I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
He didn’t move. He didn’t even step back. He just stood there like this wasn’t a big deal.
Linda crossed her arms. She tilted her head like I was a child throwing a fit. “You always make everything a crisis,” she said. “We were going to tell you.”
My mouth dropped open. I felt heat rise to my face. “You were going to what, exactly? Sit me down like it’s some family meeting and say, ‘Surprise, we’re a couple now’? You’re my mother!”
I stepped toward them. My voice shook. “How could you do this to me?”
Linda did not flinch. Her voice remained frigid. “Travis deserves someone who will listen to him.” Someone who isn’t always fatigued or complaining. Perhaps if you had been more of a lady, this would not have occurred.”
I stared at her. I couldn’t believe what I heard.
Travis spoke next. “You have not been easy to live with, Rachel. You shut down whenever we had a serious talk. Linda “gets” me.
It felt like a hit in the gut. I stared at him as though he were a stranger. I snatched his coat off the chair and hurled it at him. “Get out.” “Both of you.”
They did not argue. They walked past me as if I were nothing. I did not cry. I could not. I just stood there, transfixed, in the center of the room, surrounded by quiet.
The nausea began two days later. At first, I blamed it on the stress, shock, and anguish of watching my own mother leave with the guy I loved.
My stomach had been in knots since that afternoon, so throwing up didn’t seem strange.
But when I got sick for the third time that morning, something inside me whispered that this was more than just heartbreak.
I purchased two pregnancy tests and took them as soon as I arrived home. Both displayed two lines.
I stared at them, hoping I was mistaken. I went back to buy four more. It felt stupid, but I wanted to be certain.
I returned home and sat on the cold bathroom floor, surrounded by six exams. Everyone said the same thing.
I was pregnant. With Travis’ child. This is the same man that kissed my mother. The same man who left me as if I didn’t matter.
I waited three more days to call him. I looked at my phone for a long time. My hands felt heavy. My heart pounded quickly. When he picked up, I didn’t waste time.
“I’m pregnant,” I explained.
There was silence on the other end. He eventually spoke. “Are you sure?”
“Six tests,” I said. “They all say the same thing.”
He didn’t say much after that. Just told me he was coming over. I didn’t tell him not to.
That evening, he showed up at my door. He held a small paper bag. His face looked tired. He had that same blank expression he wore the year he forgot my birthday.
“I brought some stuff,” he said. He put the bag on the counter. “Crackers, ginger tea. I looked up what helps.”
I didn’t move. I crossed my arms. “You think snacks fix betrayal?”
He looked at me like I was being unfair. “I’m trying to be involved. You always say I don’t show up. Well, I’m here now.”
I stared at him. “You’re here because you got caught.”
Over the next week, Travis continued to appear as if nothing had happened. He asked if I had phoned the doctor yet.
He wanted to know if I preferred the name Ella for a girl or Jacob for a boy. He discussed baby clothes and cribs as if we were a normal couple.
He occasionally inquired about how I was feeling or whether I needed anything. Other times, he simply sat on the couch and talked about his profession like old times.
I didn’t understand what he was doing or why he was trying. But I didn’t stop him. I still needed time.
Then one evening, my phone rang. I saw her name on the screen, and for a moment I just stared at it. Something inside me already knew this call would hurt. Still, I answered.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Linda said. Her voice was light and sweet, but I could hear the sharp edge underneath. “Just wanted to let you know—I’m pregnant too.”
I froze. I held the phone to my ear but couldn’t talk. I felt like the air had been knocked out of me.
“You heard me,” she repeated. “And, in case you’re wondering, I did plan it.” I knew you’d try to entice him back with your small surprise. So I made sure he stayed with me.”
I didn’t respond. I did not ask anything. I hung up the phone and set it down slowly. My fingers were stiff, and my entire body felt cool.
Travis walked in that night as usual. He did not even knock. He perched on the edge of the couch and gazed at me, as if he didn’t know which version of me he’d get.
“Did she tell you?” he said, his tone low.
“Did you think she wouldn’t?” I asked again. My voice was firm, even though I wanted to shout.
Travis breathed out and rubbed his hands together. “I’m not sure what to do. I didn’t sign up for two children. “I can barely manage my own life.”
I stared him directly in the eyes. “Then maybe you should have thought about that before sleeping with two women in the same family.”
He shook his head. “I’m just saying… maybe this doesn’t have to be so complicated. You have options.”
“You think I should make this easier for you by getting rid of my baby?”
“I’m just saying it could be for the best. You aren’t in a good place right now. You are overwhelmed.”
I approached the door and pulled it open. “Get out.” Now.”
“Rachel, don’t act like this. “We can work something out.”
“I said get out!” I shouted. “And if you ever tell me what to do with my body again, I swear to God—”
Travis exited, slamming the door so violently that the walls appeared to shake. I stood transfixed, my hands trembling by my sides.
Then the tears came. Not sluggish or soft, but firm and crisp. My knees gave out and I sank on the floor.
The cries ripped through me, loud and awful. I could not catch my breath. I pressed my face to the floor, unable to stop shivering.
I sobbed for everything—the man I thought I loved, the unexpected baby, and the mother who had become a stranger.
When the sun came up, I felt different. Not better. Just cooler. Something inside me had shut off.
The girl who hoped and trusted was gone. I was not going to beg Travis to stay. I was not going to call Linda and inquire why.
I was going to raise this baby on my own. They’d made their choice. Now it was my turn.
I sat at the kitchen table, writing a letter. I didn’t read it again. I folded it, picked up my keys, and drove to Linda’s house. My plan was simple: leave the note and walk away.
However, as I opened the door, Travis was there, hauling a bag down the hall.
“What are you doing?” I inquired, my voice stern as I moved into the corridor. My heart was already beating. I could see his luggage halfway unzipped.
Travis flinched. He did not turn to face me right away. “I was just getting some stuff,” he murmured.
I did not stop. I walked straight by him, pulling the suitcase open. Right on top were two aircraft tickets. I grabbed and held them up.
Travis touched his cheek. He seemed exhausted. “I can no longer deal with this. Linda has been nuts since she found out. She refuses to stop talking about the baby. She’s constantly monitoring me. She keeps asking about names, nursery colors, and everything. “I feel trapped.”
“You weren’t going to tell her, were you?” I asked. “You were just going to leave without a word.”
He looked down. “I was planning to send a message once I got out. None of this was in my plans. You both made a mess.”
I looked at him and felt my stomach twist. “You’ve cheated. You lied. You played with people’s lives. And now you are blaming us?
Travis shakes his head. “You are both impossible. “I’m tired of always being the bad guy.”
“You are the bad guy,” I replied. My voice was low, but it did not shake. “You made this mess, and now you want to run from it.”
His eyes narrowed. “You act as if you are better than me. You’ve treated me like garbage since this all started.”
“You have embarrassed me. You broke everything. And now you’re doing it to her, too. Do you think that makes you a victim?
Without saying anything, I tore the tickets in half. I threw the fragments to the floor. I stood still for a while, breathing through the wrath, before pulling out my phone.
“Linda,” I said when she responded. “Your ideal boyfriend is standing here holding a suitcase and a ticket out of your life. “I thought you should know.” I hung up before she could reply.
Travis glared at me. “What the hell was that?”
“Consequences,” I explained. “You will hear from my lawyer. You are paying for both children. “Whether you like it or not.”
I passed past him without glancing back. I left the torn-up letter on the table so he could see it and know I had intended to be courteous but changed my mind.
I stepped outside and felt the sun on my face. The air smelled fresh, like a new beginning. For the first time in weeks, I felt confident on my feet.
