Eight Months Pregnant, My Friend Stole My Husband

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I had a best friend I grew up with. We shared absolutely everything.

When we were heartbroken, we cried together. When we were happy, we celebrated together.

When she bought me cheap street food, I treated her to Michelin-star dinners.

When she gifted me knock-off designer bags, I gave her real Herms in return.

But on my birthday, while playing Truth or Dare, she looked at me with a smirk and said, "I hooked up with your husband. A solid 69."

I froze on the spot. My husband, Brandon, laughed it off and tried to explain, "Babe, Marta is your best friend. If she's happy, you're happy. I was just trying to keep the mood light!"

Marta didn't look the least bit apologetic. "Aren't we supposed to share everything, Serena? If you ever need him, I could lend you my boyfriend too. Oh wait, that would be weird, wouldn't it? Haha~"

The room fell silent. Someone muttered, "Wow, you two really are close."

The words felt like a slap in the face. I instinctively looked at Marta's hand, which was resting casually on Brandon's shoulder. "Marta, how could you do this to my brother?"

Marta gave me a wide-eyed, innocent look. "It's not like I cheated on him."

"But honestly, Serena, why didn't you ever tell me Brandon was so good with his mouth? That's just selfish of you!"

My face cycled through shades of red and green. Our friends started hooting and hollering. "Damn, Brandon, how good are you? Teach us your ways! You bagged both besties at once!"

Marta laughed, waving her hands to play it down. "Hey, hey, don't get crazy. Brandon and I are strictly platonic. I just got lucky because Serena and I share everything~"

She wasn't exactly lying. We really did share everything.

We drank from the same cups and slept in the same bed.

During puberty, we shared bra sizes.

She shared every graphic detail of her first time with me.

Over the years, she never held back on sharing her bedroom secrets, down to the exact measurements of every guy she dated. She had even generously offered to let me "try them out" if I wanted.

But this was my husband! How could they do this behind my back?

Marta must have noticed my face turning to stone. She quickly wrapped her arm around my shoulders to comfort me. "Oh, come on, Serena. Your husband is one hundred percent devoted to you. He literally had to stare at a picture of you just to get hard that day. He didn't even look at me the whole time!"

"Alright, alright, next round!"

I couldn't stomach it. I shoved her arm off me, my face deadpan, and turned to leave.

Brandon quickly grabbed my wrist. "Serena, you know Marta has a sex addiction. She had a sudden episode that day. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry!"

I stared at him, feeling absolutely disgusted.

Before I could even voice my fury, Marta gasped dramatically. "Brandon!"

"Truth or Dare! You have to do twenty push-ups over a girl!"

The second the words left her mouth, Brandon dropped my hand and practically sprinted over to the center of the room, completely forgetting I existed.

Everyone else seemed to forget the awkward tension from a minute ago and started cheering.

"Serena's pregnant! She's got a huge belly, she can't do it!"

"Yeah, what if he crushes the baby? That's too risky!"

Marta stepped up, looking entirely too eager. "I'll do it then!"

She shot me a exaggerated wink. "Keep it in the family, right Serena? Don't worry, I promise I won't catch feelings for your man~"

Brandon was already enthusiastically ripping his shirt off. "Exactly, babe! You two have been sisters for years. Even if I was butt-naked, she wouldn't look twice at me!"

Marta playfully slapped his bare abs right in front of me. "So true! Even if he was the last man on earth, I wouldn't touch him!"

The room erupted in laughter. Marta unhooked her bra, pulled it out from under her shirt, and laid flat on her back on the carpet. Brandon positioned himself directly over her, his chest pressing flush against hers with every downward motion.

I stood there, forced to watch as Brandon's weight crushed against Marta's chest. I could literally see the bulge in his pants growing larger with every rep.

By the third push-up, Marta suddenly let out a giggling squeal. "Brandon, your belt buckle is digging into me!"

My husband didn't even hesitate to shoot back, "Well, your headlights are poking me back!"

The room exploded into a chorus of hoots and laughter. "Serena, I've never seen a guy get along so well with his girlfriend's bestie. You guys are like one big, happy, weird family!"

I couldn't take another second of this humiliation. I turned on my heel and headed for the door.

Marta scrambled up from the floor and grabbed my arm. "Don't leave yet, Serena! You haven't even opened your presents!"

She reached into the pile of gifts and pulled out a box wrapped in a bright pink bow. "Since you're pregnant and can't really do the deed right now, we picked this out specifically for you."

She wiggled her eyebrows at me, her eyes dripping with vulgarity. "Your husband used this exact model on me when I had my episode. It feels amazing~"

My stomach violently turned. I genuinely felt like I was going to throw up.

Brandon sidled up to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. "Babe, I did it for you! I was terrified of buying something cheap that might hurt you or the baby, so I had Marta test-drive it first. It's completely safe!"

While he was saying this, his eyes were blatantly glued to Marta's braless chest. I shoved him away with all my strength. "What else did you 'test-drive' with her? Are you treating her like your wife?!"

Clutching my pregnant stomach, I stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind me, leaving my birthday cake uncut.

The night air was biting cold, and the street was busy with traffic. Brandon didn't immediately chase after me.

About an hour after I got home, I saw a new post pop up on Marta's Instagram story.

"Serena wasn't feeling well and went home early for her birthday, so I'm cutting the cake and taking shots for her! Happy Birthday, bestie!"

In the video, Brandon was hovering over Marta, protecting her from the crowd like she was the love of his life.

Staring at the screen at the two people I trusted most in the world, my heart shattered into a million jagged pieces.

People always say men cheat when their wives get pregnant.

But I couldn't comprehend how the best friend who claimed to share everything with me had turned into this boundary-less, toxic nightmare.

Late that night, Brandon knocked on my bedroom door, reeking of cheap alcohol. "Babe, are you asleep?"

I ripped the door open, furious. "Who is your actual wife? Her or me?"

In the past, Brandon would never have let me walk home alone at night, let alone on my birthday.

Now, I was heavily pregnant and vulnerable, and he completely ignored me!

Brandon looked deeply conflicted. "Marta was taking all the shots for you. She kept saying you couldn't drink because of the baby, so she'd take the hit. I was worried she'd get hurt or taken advantage of if she got too drunk. You and your brother would be devastated if something happened to her."

Hearing that she had gotten blackout drunk just to protect me made my resolve waver. My heart softened slightly.

Since I got pregnant, I had to get up constantly during the night. Brandon had been sleeping in the guest room next door so he could be close by to help me.

Later that night, I woke up with a sudden craving. I called out his name a few times, but the house was dead silent.

I rolled over. The bed was empty.

I waddled out into the living room and heard muffled noises coming from the guest bedroom.

I pushed the door open, and my entire body froze. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Brandon didn't even look guilty. He actually took a second to dial up the vibration setting on the toy in his hand. "Marta was feeling sick from all the alcohol, so I came to check on her. I didn't expect her to have another episode right now..."

Marta was writhing on the bed, completely delirious, moaning loudly as the toy worked against her. She was practically climbing up Brandon's arm.

I couldn't take the absolute disrespect. I slammed the door shut and stormed off.

It wasn't until Marta's loud, erratic screams echoed through the house that Brandon finally emerged from the room. "Babe, Marta is your best friend. She's practically my sister-in-law. I couldn't just leave her suffering, could I?"

I was already boiling with rage. "Is that how you treat your family?!"

"I didn't even get hard! I was literally just doing a medical favor for you."

Brandon genuinely didn't seem to think he had done a single thing wrong.

The next morning, Marta woke up acting like absolutely nothing had happened. "Serena, I slept so good last night! For a second, I thought your brother came home and got in bed with me."

She must have completely blacked out. She didn't remember a thing.

Furious, I immediately pulled some strings at my company and arranged for Marta to be sent out of state on an extended business trip.

Marta was eating breakfast in her pajamas when she got the email. She didn't complain. She just frantically started packing her bags.

Before she left, she gave me a massive, tight hug. "I'm heading out, Serena! Don't miss me too much! I'll bring you back a present!"

She was acting exactly like she always did. Warm, bubbly, like a little ray of sunshine. She always remembered to bring me a souvenir whenever she traveled.

Watching her rush to put her shoes on, a wave of guilt washed over me. I started questioning if I was overreacting, projecting my own insecurities onto her.

She had always been loud, reckless, and completely lacking a filter. Maybe she genuinely didn't have any ulterior motives.

But before my guilt could even settle, Brandon texted me, saying he was suddenly being sent on a business trip too.

A sickening knot formed in my stomach. I immediately booked a flight and followed him.

The second I landed, my assistant sent me a text. They were together!

I rushed to the location my assistant pinned. I spotted them instantly. They were walking shoulder-to-shoulder, looking incredibly cozy, browsing inside a high-end adult toy boutique!

Panic clawed at my throat. I immediately dialed my brother's number. "Tyler, when are you coming back to the States?!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end, followed by heavy static. "Serena, what's wrong? My signal is garbage out here. Once I wrap up this acquisition..."

The call dropped before he could finish.

I was so anxious I was about to storm into the store, but my phone buzzed. It was a text from Marta. "Serena, which one do you like better?"

She sent a picture of herself holding up two completely different adult toys, saying she wanted to buy one to make up for ruining my birthday.

Before I could even type a reply, she bought both of them and posted a picture on her Instagram story. "Picking up some gifts for my favorite mom-to-be! Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you can't have fun!~"

My heart skipped a beat. A massive wave of shame and guilt washed over me for suspecting them.

Marta grew up in grinding poverty. She never spent money recklessly.

When we were kids, she used her hard-earned allowance to buy me street food, and I paid her back by taking her to Michelin-star restaurants.

When we got older, she saved up for months to buy me high-quality fake designer bags, and I bought her real Herms so she wouldn't look out of place.

She hated spending money on herself. Every piece of designer clothing she owned was a gift from either me or my brother.

Those two toys were incredibly expensive. Buying both cost nearly two grand, which was her entire living budget for the month.

But she dropped the cash without blinking, just for me.

She had been doing this for the last two years. She didn't make much money, but she always prioritized buying me gifts.

I felt violently guilty. How could I accuse my best friend of seducing my husband?

But when I looked up, they were gone. They had vanished from the store.

My anxiety completely overpowered my logic. The sickening dread returned. I was terrified they were off doing something unforgivable again.

I paced the mall, trying to convince myself they had just split up to go to their respective work meetings.

As soon as I walked out of the shopping center, a friend who worked at a luxury hot spring resort texted me. "Your husband and your bestie just booked a private VIP bath together."

I couldn't control myself. I hailed a cab and rushed straight to the resort.

When I shoved the door to the private suite open, Marta was sitting in the steaming water, looking utterly shocked. "Serena? What are you doing here?"

I stared at the empty room. She was alone in the bath. I stood there, completely mortified, not knowing what to say.

Until Brandon stepped out from behind the wooden privacy screen.

My worst nightmare was confirmed. I stared at them, my entire body shaking. "What the hell are you two doing?!"

Marta gave me her classic, innocent wide eyes. "Taking a medicinal bath..."

Brandon immediately jumped in to explain. "I ran into Marta at the airport and we walked together for a bit. Suddenly, she had another episode and passed out."

My parents died when I was very young. I only had my older brother, Tyler.

But Tyler was constantly traveling for work. Marta was the only person who was always there for me.

Years ago, I suffered a severe lupus flare-up. I was literally on my deathbed. Marta didn't even hesitate. She gave me one of her kidneys. "Best friends share everything. My kidney is your kidney."

After the transplant, Marta's health was incredibly fragile. The doctors had specifically instructed her to take immediate medicinal baths whenever she had an episode to stabilize her body.

Brandon suddenly caught on. "Wait, babe, are you seriously suspecting us of something?"

Marta looked at me, her eyes brimming with deep disappointment. "Serena... are you still mad about the push-up thing?"